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.”

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