Updated below.

Dispatch from a Silver Spring source, who lives right over the D.C. line and still doesn’t have power:  “Pepco sucks ass. Forty-four hours with no power and no relief in sight. I was so fucking angry I left my home at 12:30 after midnight to drive the streets looking for a Pepco truck. I don’t know what I was going to do when I found it….I drove around for an hour.  I couldn’t find one.”

“I didn’t see a Pepco truck until one went down the end of our street this morning. Apparently, some wire they put up a couple weeks ago had broken. Apparently, they tightened that wire up. By doing so, they fucked up some other wire because it’s sagging real low. Then they left. I and at least two other neighbors told the motherfuckers they needed to come down to this cul de sac and open my goddamn transformer. There’s a box in front of my house. Every time this shit has happened for the last four or five years, I’ve had to go out and literally follow Pepco trucks and lead them by the nose back here. I reported once that these fuckers were reading magazines behind some church.”

“Everybody has power except for our street and the houses across the street within my immediate [area]. This has been reported, reported, reported. You can’t even get through to a live person. Forty-four fucking hours. Just think about that.”

Update Hour 45: “Supervisor appears on scene. Tells me he has two trucks he radioed for. They can’t find the fucking place. Then supervisor is gone. Now nobody is here.”

Update Five Minutes Before Hour 46: Power restored. Once workers arrived—-after getting lost—-it took just under six minutes to turn the juice on. The neighborhood now has power. “First thing I did already was I removed one layer pants and one layer of sweat shirt. Actually, the very first thing I did was plug my cellphone in. The next thing I’m going to do is I’m going to take a fucking shower and put some clean clothes on and then I’m going to come down and start throwing away all of the food that has spoiled.”