Almost late for work, night shift today, I got out of the apartment and started briskly down the hall. Suddenly, the lights went out and it was pitch black. We pull all our resources together in a crisis and rise to the challenge, so I made a tough face (which nobody could see) and, keeping one hand to the wall, edged down the hall.
I heard something moving in the dark in front of me. Footsteps. And a clicking sound.
“Is… Is anyone out there?” I asked.
“Yes, this is Jim Walker,” I heard a warm voice say. My blind neighbor.
“Oh, Jim. Be careful, the lights are out.”
He giggled. “Well ain’t that something.”