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unknownfate) wrote2019-11-23 03:13 pm
unknownfate) wrote2019-11-23 03:13 pm
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Seeing the Light (or at least where the light should be)
One of headlights burned out Thursday night, so Friday after work I went down to Napa to get a bulb, using the box I had gotten the time before to get the right one. I've had to change them out a few times in the seven years I've had it. I didn't expect any problem in changing it.
But the new bulb doesn't fit in the light socket. It's got a weird little prong that won't let it click into the housing. Somehow I got the wrong bulb. I didn't worry about it. I would just go in the next morning (this morning) and exchange it. So I do, no fuss, no muss. But then I get home and then I realize that the reason the first one didn't fit was because I was trying to fit it into the wrong socket. There are two of them and I'd been wrestling with the wrong one.
Then, I dropped the cap of the bulb area into the depths of the car. I had to snake my arm into the inner works to reach it and got stuck. Such a stupid way to die, I told myself. I suppose I could gnaw my arm off before I starved to death, but it turned out I only had to lose a little skin to get my arm out again.
So, I had to go back to Napa and admit to being an idiot and ask for the first bulb back. I got them to put it in because I had had enough for one day. They did it in like two minutes without getting stuck at all, but I took some comfort in that it took two of them.
But the new bulb doesn't fit in the light socket. It's got a weird little prong that won't let it click into the housing. Somehow I got the wrong bulb. I didn't worry about it. I would just go in the next morning (this morning) and exchange it. So I do, no fuss, no muss. But then I get home and then I realize that the reason the first one didn't fit was because I was trying to fit it into the wrong socket. There are two of them and I'd been wrestling with the wrong one.
Then, I dropped the cap of the bulb area into the depths of the car. I had to snake my arm into the inner works to reach it and got stuck. Such a stupid way to die, I told myself. I suppose I could gnaw my arm off before I starved to death, but it turned out I only had to lose a little skin to get my arm out again.
So, I had to go back to Napa and admit to being an idiot and ask for the first bulb back. I got them to put it in because I had had enough for one day. They did it in like two minutes without getting stuck at all, but I took some comfort in that it took two of them.