Hertz

The old-timer kept showing up long after most people would have quit. Sparks, shocks, late-night call-outs—he took them all with the same dry grin. Someone once asked when he planned to stop. He just checked the meter and said the circuit was still live. Electricians never die. They just do it till it, Hertz. The current keeps moving, and so do they, one more job, one more joke, until the frequency finally drops to zero.