I must complain. All of us in Houston remember the very small hurricane that hit Houston on the evening of May 16, 2024. The Derecho. So, what happened after it ended at midday on May 17, 2024? Houston became a third-world city, thanks to CenterPoint.
Instead of trimming the trees around power lines, CenterPoint was enjoying its profits and entertaining bigwigs at their private retreat. The result was that, after a small event compared to other hurricanes, citizens went weeks without power.
Enough, Carla. We all remember this. Why are you venting about it now? The reason is that CenterPoint responded with numerous TV commercials, spending who knows how much money. Their latest effort makes my blood boil. One of their self-serving vanity ads starts with, “In case you are wondering what CenterPoint is up to, there is an app that can tell you where we are working.”
What?? I don’t need an app to know what you are doing. Just do it and quit spending money on television commercials. Do they really think these commercials will make Houston citizens believe they are doing what they should have been doing for years? NO.
And speaking of things that bug me, let me now complain about the so-called “love bugs” that are flying around while they are screwing and becoming a major nuisance. As someone not dating (at least for the moment), I don’t need to see bugs—or anyone else doing PDA (public displays of affection). If you are interested, love bugs aren’t really bugs. These annoying things are FLIES.
Their official name is Plecia nearctica. I guess the good news is that they do not bite, sting, or carry diseases. The bad news, beyond the annoyance, is that when they splat onto your windshield or car grille, their acidic bodies can etch or damage your car’s paint. Love bugs are attracted to your car’s exhaust fumes, which mimic the smell of decaying organic matter where they lay their eggs. They are also visually drawn to light-colored or white objects.
Okay, now you know. I feel better after getting this off my chest. I will try to ignore CenterPoint’s attempt to make us like them with their commercials. CenterPoint, save our money, quit paying for these commercials, and instead DO YOUR JOB. And as for the love bugs, they will be gone soon—until next spring. So until then, I will say: THANK GOODNESS.