For many, many years I have had this weird fear of light bulbs. I will not change any light bulb that is above my head. Ha...the only light bulbs I change are those in table lamps or floor lamps.
I get made fun of...heckled at...and even laughed at for this fear. One friend, whom shall remain nameless (she knows who she is) has teased me endlessly about this fear...that is until she saw why I was afraid (McCall, Idaho incident).
You see...light bulbs do not like me. It never fails that one explodes on me at least once or twice a year. Has my husband ever had one explode on him? Has my mother had one explode on her? Has my friend who teases me endlessly ever have one explode on her? NO...NO...and NO!!
Time passes and I became a bit daring and started changing light bulbs above my head again and guess what happens?
Well...it was 1:30 am and I had been working on homework. I was ready for bed and began shutting down the house. I forgot something in the living room so I turned on the dining room light and "BOOM" the light bulb in the dining room exploded, sending shards of glass EVERYWHERE and triggers the circuit breaker. Yeah...see...this time I wasn't even changing a bulb!!! Thank God nobody was sitting underneath this light when this happened!!!
I was not a happy girl (many at this point would interject and ask when am I ever happy...hehehe). This mess took me 45 minutes to clean-up (at 1:30 in the morning) and I still found glass pieces for several days ALL OVER the house, in my laundry, and in the carpets. Ha...even on the piano bench...LOL!!
SO...for all you people who make fun of me for my fear of light bulbs...BITE ME!!!!
