I do love staying in Airbnbs. The price is right and you get to meet some nice people. I have a few favorites and have made some friends. There is one particular couple I’ve stayed with about four times, I know where everything is in the house. They have three airbnb rooms. The last time I stayed there, they were away for the weekend and kinda left me in charge of the two young guys staying in the other rooms; I got to be the house Mom. They also mentioned that one guy had left a suitcase for later pickup in the garage.
The first night, I hadn’t been in long when the doorbell rang. It was Fedex. I signed for the package, put it on the hall stand and texted them that the package had arrived.
The second night, I hadn’t been in long when the doorbell rang. It was the former room guest returning for his suitcase. We found the suitcase in the garage and I texted them that it had been retrieved.
On the third night, I was microwaving my dinner and decided it needed to go in for another minute. HummmmmmmmFFFZZZZTTTT. Oh ****. I tried resetting the GFCI on a nearby socket, but no go. The microwave had been plugged into a socket apparently on a different circuit. A few sockets behind the stove were off, but the stove was on still and the microwave could be plugged into the GFCI socket and I could continue dinner. I texted them what had happened and said that it wasn’t a big deal, they could wait til Monday to fix it.
After dinner I went to put water in the freezer for the following day. Oh no, the fridge is off – plugged into the same circuit as the rest of the dead sockets! So now we’re on phone calls. Grabbing the flash light from my truck I followed their instructions to the breaker box, but wasn’t getting any joy from resetting the marked circuit breakers. There was one of the other guys in the house, and after we ascertained that he wasn’t going to lose anything when the internet went down, we rebooted the house electrics. Still no joy.
By now the couple are planning to abort their trip and drive home. However, the young strong man (they’re really handy sometimes) easily pulled the fridge out of its alcove and now we had access to the plug. Back to the garage and rummaging for their extension cords, we ran a line to another area that was working, and we were back in business except for…. the tripping hazard across the kitchen floor. So, warnings to both other guests that the kitchen light needs to be left on so we don’t trip on the wire, my hosts unpacked their suitcases and went back to their trip.
Skyscapes for the Soul - Jeni Bate 