Shining some light on light bulb pet peeves
I hate being in the dark.
And that explains why I’m out of my well-lit comfort zone when a light bulb stops doing its job.
That’s a big pet peeve of mine — burned-out light bulbs that don’t get changed in a timely fashion, like right now or better yet, yesterday.
Some people can leave a nonworking light bulb in the socket for days, for weeks, even months on end, especially if the bulb is part of a two- or three-bulb lamp. Those remaining ones would be backup bulbs providing adequate lighting, so the thinking must go.
That drives me crazy, but so do crooked placemats on the table and overstuffed napkin holders you can’t possibly extract just one napkin from.
Life a little less dim isn’t a big deal to everybody.
But for me?
Absolutely. I’m wired for illumination.
So when a light bulb finishes out its life cycle, it doesn’t get much transition time in my book. Out from the socket it comes. Into the trash can it goes.
I live with people, however, who have a different philosophy. They don’t necessarily notice such things and aren’t bothered by it at all if they do.
They are very adept at adapting to their changing surroundings. You can tell by how hard they squint.
I live with people who, once a light bulb burns out, will keep flipping the light switch on and off — off and on — then a real fast cycle of on, off, on, off, on, off, just for good measure.
Each time this happens, there is an element of renewed surprise on their part.
The switch-flipping becomes an approach to deciding if there really is an issue and if this is maybe a part of a productive solution to it.
They’re far more concerned with far more important matters — is our cinnamon doughnut supply sufficient, for example. We’re not out of those, are we? And who knows where the phone charger cord is?
They shine light on more weighty matters.
Burned-out light bulbs left unchanged aren’t my only pet peeve in this regard — it’s finding the right sized bulbs for some of the lights when I go shopping.
You wouldn’t think that light bulbs would be hard to find, especially since I take a burned-out bulb with me for comparison purposes, to facilitate the process.
Not all light bulb bases are the same, a sad discovery I often make when I come home with the wrong ones.
Not until you spend a lot of energy in the light bulb aisle do you realize that life is full of many adult responsibilities that are joyless.
I’ve noticed the packaging keeps changing so they’re harder to find. “Watt’s” up with that? And the packaging keeps getting harder to open, too, another pet peeve of mine.
The instruction to “open here” is an idle promise, suggesting that if you press your thumb there, you’ll gain entry.
Good luck with that. You’ll need all the light bulbs working to see if that really works.
(Kiaski, a resident of Richmond, is a staff columnist and community editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted at email@example.com.)