Around 35 years ago, my uncle and I decided to move to the hill country in texas. He had some lots that he had bought several years earlier, and we took a camper and stayed in while we worked for a couple of weeks, before moving in a new 16 X 80 mobile home and brought the families on out.
We snuck down to the lake and took baths every night for that period, so when the trailer arrived I was determined to get it hooked, by the time I got around to wiring it up to the meter, it was dark and a good rainfall coming down.
His meter was 8 or 9 feet up on the pole, I had never seen one mounted that way, but it made sense, the meter reader could actually stand back several feet and read it.
Anyway, I decided against my uncles advice to wire it up standing on an aluminum ladder in the dark and rain, he did hold the flash light for me. lol
The next thing I knew I was laying on my back in a pool of water and he was shining the light in my eyes, laughing and asking if I didn't think it would be better to wait till morning. lol That was the worst I probably ever got bit, but I still had lights that night. lol