She glanced out the window again at her neighbor. He had been in the backyard since sunrise, working on something that looked like a front-loading washing machine sitting on a low sturdy table. There are odd bits and pieces attached to it and other odd things sticking out of holes in the metal shell. He kept peering into the glass door and then doing more stuff with the various attachments.
Going back to her house cleaning, there was a sudden huge noise from his direction. Zzzzzount! The electricity went out.
This wasn’t the first time something he did had caused a power outage. She stepped out into her own backyard to see the man slowly getting up off his backside and facing the now smoking contraption.
She spoke in a half-weary demanding voice. “What did you did this time, George?”
Dusting himself off, he turned to face the ruins of his machine. “I was trying to open a temporary hole in the space-time fabric.”
She didn’t look too impressed. “George, most people don’t even say such things, much less try to do them. Why the hell do you want to mess with something like that?”
The contraption was still a bit too hot to touch, but he was trying to see inside the glass door. “It was time for an oil change, but someone must have glued to filler cap on, because I couldn’t get it off. I figured if I could just open a temporary portal I would pour the oil in and hope for the best.” He patted a gallon jug of automotive motor oil on a workbench next to him.
“George! You idiot! Everyone knows that’s the wrong type of lubricant for it. No wonder you couldn’t get it to work.”
She turned and strode back into her house in a huff, leaving George to stare after her with a look of amazement on his face.