Mofoe
My work schedule allows me to take every other Monday off, giving me a three day weekend every two weeks (for the record this is unimportant. In fact, I’m unsure why I bothered to even mention it.). While coming back from a quick bite at a local Greek joint on Monday I happened upon this electrical box labeled with the word “Mofoe”.
Is this an in-joke on the part of the electric company, or some form of social engineering graffiti courtesy of a bored miscreant? I’m familiar with electrical boxes have addresses that end in “1/2″, but I’ve never seen one labeled by name.
Perhaps this electrical box is notorious amongst electricians. Perhaps it constantly breaks down, shorts out, and is the source of general grief and bitter annoyance. And, like the Kentucky Derby of engineering disasters, perhaps this delicate green box of doom freezes up in stuttering fits of failure at the slightest hint of humidity, causing unending fits of pain and rage for the on-call government lackey unlucky enough to pull the shortest straw whenever the weatherman forecasts “a chance of overnight showers”, earning this box the distinction of the disreputable moniker of “mofoe”.
Of course I could be overanalyzing the whole thing. My mind does tend to wander sometimes…
