The second drill went through the gas line. (fuzzy picture, it's a phone picture)
I drove up to the lot and Questar had descended. They had to dig and repair the line.
One of my new neighbors asked "what was up with all the sirens at your lot?" We missed the action with the police, firetruck, ambulance, etc. (perhaps I'm exaggerating, but there was a response from some of those departments). What a way to introduce ourselves to the new neighborhood....
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