The Refridgerator Light is Still On

Perhaps you can relate to the error of retrieving a pear from the refridgerator when you meant to retrieve an apple, or a carton of half-and-half when you meant to retrieve a carton of milk.

Perhaps you cannot relate to this, in which case you may also not be able to relate to the experience of running your fingers against a stucco wall with your eyes closed to see if you can discern a collection of bumps that are shaped like George Washington.

It is in the spirit of refridgerator retrieval mayhem that I convey my relief that our inoperable refredigerator light remained inoperable for but a few short hours. Typically, dead light bulbs in our house, whether on the range, in the bathroom, in the garage, etc., remain dead for several days. Sometimes, weeks.

It is one of those things where you galavant off to the local store remembering that you need cheese or eggs; but having no appetite for light bulbs, you arrive home to turn on the light and realize after several minutes that you are wandering in the dark.

Happily, my wife delivered same-day service in her quest to re-illuminate our glacial food storage apparatus, perhaps motivated by having inadvertantly spooning a dollup of mayonnaise rather than Cool Whip on her sundae. Given her propensity to procure every single household item from Trader Joe's--who, I believe, does not peddle light bulbs unless they are of the organic persuasion--I'm not exactly sure where she obtained the light bulb, and I don't feel like getting up from my swivel chair and asking.

Suffice to say that I can report 100% accuracy in retrieving each refridgerated food item I set my mind to retrieve, and the world of the Supreme Aglet is once again in perfect balance.