Bad Green and Good Green

It happened again. Saturday evening I wandered into our living room, flipped on the light switch – and stopped dead in my tracks. Instantly I knew what had happened. It wasn’t just the quality of the light – which was (is) terrible and insufficient on first ignition to illuminate the room. The light was making a sound. And not a pleasant sound. A high-pitched keening, almost a squeal, was emanating from the lamp a few feet to my right. To be sure I flipped the switch to ‘off.’ The keening immediately stopped. ‘On,’ and there it was again. I did not really have to look beneath the lampshade, but I did. And there it was. The $#%#$ twisty-bulb.

“You put one of those twisty bulbs in the living room,” I said to my wife accusingly.  

She smiled. “Yes.”

“It makes a sound,” I said.

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“You don’t hear it, or you hear it and it doesn’t bother you?”

“I hear it, but it doesn’t bother me.”

“Light bulbs are supposed to make light. They aren’t supposed to make noise. And those g**damned things don’t even make decent light.”

“It doesn’t bother me. Are you going to go on a rant?”

My wife knows me really well.

And of course I am going to go on a bit of a rant.. READ THE RANT at CriticalMASS

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