Monday, June 28, 2010


Me: If you've got time and you're near a supermarket tomorrow, could you get a couple of new lightbulbs for the kitchen?

The Flatmate: What's happened to the old ones?

Me: What do you mean, what happened? Your girlfriend went into the kitchen, she flicked the switch and one of them blew.

The Flatmate: She didn't mention it.

Me: Of course she didn't mention it - you were standing next to her at the time!

The Flatmate: Really?

Me: Yes!

The Flatmate: I don't notice these things. And I doubt I'll remember to get new lightbulbs. In fact I'll probably deny this conversation ever took place.

Me: Whatever. I'll leave the old bulb on the kitchen counter so you know what size and wattage it is.

The Flatmate: I still probably won't notice.

Me: How about if I add neon-coloured arrows pointing at it?

The Flatmate: That might help. But I wouldn't count on it.

Hence, later that evening...

The amazing thing is that it actually worked.


Blogger inkspot said...

As decor those arrows aren't up to the job, you need an entire cloth for that [negative and judgmental adjective deleted] table.

6:57 PM  
Blogger Blandwagon said...

That's not a table, that's my faux-granite kitchen counter. And the arrows were a spur of the moment creation - next time I'll be sure to consult with a graphic designer to make sure my arrows are all that they can be.

11:33 PM  

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