It was December 31, 1999 and Y2K was right around the corner. Many people remember some friends or family members stocking up in the event the world were to somehow end. My aunt was one of those people. From the time the supposed computer glitch was announced until that day, she had stockpiled several weeks worth of canned food and other daily necessities. The items she was most proud of were her two airtight, 500 gallon water containers. Every week she would call to let us know how well she was doing with her preparations for the end of the year.
The day before, December 30, I went to her house to see how she was doing and to ask if she would be at the party the next night. She said she was going to be up waiting for the 31st to arrive in other countries to see what was going to happen. I told her that we would be expecting her. She turned to me and said so seriously, “If we’re going to be here tomorrow!” After some more talking, she agreed to show up, if we were alive to enjoy the night of course.
Well, as everybody knows, the world did not go into some weird cyber funk when the date changed to 2000. The party was still on thankfully, and wouldn’t you know it my aunt was able to partake in the celebration. Starting early in the evening, everybody was having fun. Jokes and stories were being told, food was being eaten, and beverages of all sorts were being enjoyed. My aunt put up with gentle teasing through out the night, especially when the countdown was nearing. At 11:55, things quieted down as everybody gathered around the family room for the countdown.
After a few quiet minutes the countdown began: 10, 9, 8….. Although nothing had yet happened, my aunt was still noticeably tense. 3, 2, 1! Cheers went up, hugs and kisses were abound, smiling faces were seen around the room, and one very relieved looking woman stood in the middle of it all. Now, after listening to her worries for the past several months, I just couldn’t let this go. I took advantage of this joyous outburst to sneak out and find the fuse box. My cousin and I had our own countdown, but when we hit zero, we flipped all the fuses turning the joyous moment into a blackout. For a second there was nothing but quiet, but then a scream emitted from the group. I heard my aunt yelling, “I told you, I told you!” over and over again. We let the room stay black for no more than two minutes, and that entire time everyone had to listen to her screaming how she was right and how she had to leave “NOW”! When the lights came back on, my aunt was seen crawling around the floor searching for her stuff so she could get out. Everyone had a great laugh, even my aunt after her red face subsided. It took her a while to get rid of her stockpiles and what she became of those drums? Who knows.