Because I'm a weak-willed person, I was buying a coworker's food on the street next to Emerald Ave. when I saw one of the pole lines explode. It was a brief explosion, nothing blinding and not the type that would wreak havoc in the area around it, but you knew something had gone wrong.
Five minutes later, I'm back in the office and I discover there's no electricity. And then something clicks in my head. "Oh."