In 2002 I bought this refrigerator. Last weekend the light bulb burned out. So off I went like the little red hen to Lowe's to buy a light bulb for the refrigerator. While I was there I intended to get a one inch screen for the bathroom sink drain. I had bought one that was 1 1/8 inch but it would not go in the hole. So I first looked for the screen. I only found 1 1/8 inch one. I asked the lady and she said that was the smallest they made. That did not make sense to me. If I have a sink that needs a one inch one, why do they not make one? So I wandered along and decided I could put the plunger thing in and that would work. Lot harder than dropping a screen in a hole, but what do I know. As I reached for the plunger apparatus I spied a one inch screen. Aha! The expert was wrong. I grabbed that sucker and headed for the lighting department.
Well, that is not where light bulbs are located. Silly me! They are on the other end of the store. Special aisle for them. And then I started to get dizzy. Do you have any idea how many different light bulbs there are? And how many watts? and what size screw in or snap on or tube and Lordy, I thought my head would explode. I finally found what I wanted. 60 watts. Can be used inside, outside , for appliances or lamps. Just what I wanted, but wait one minute! They come in packs of four. I have one refrigerator. The bulb that just burned out had lasted 9 years. If I bought the four pack could I expect my refrigerator to last another 36 years? No. I would then be left with extra bulbs and I am trying to break this hoarding habit I have. So I continued to comb the aisle looking for a single bulb. Or I could buy three refrigerators and hope they had no light bulb. That was not feasible either. At last I gave in to the giant conglomerate that runs the hardware store and put the 4 pack of bulbs in my basket.
Upon arrival at the check out I decided, against my better judgement, to do the self check. Ok, scan the little 1" screen. "Put item in the bag." I did that. "Place item in bag." I tapped the bag. "Place item in bag!" Now she was getting firm with me. I poked the one that said "skip bagging" and she seemed to relax. Scanned the light bulbs and went through the whole thing again. I poked finish and pay. Fed a $10 bill into the greedy little slot and waited for my change. Change shot out one hole. Dollar shot out across the way and the receipt fell to the floor. I gathered my money and receipt and looked at the man in charge. I looked at him and said "I hate that bitch!" He never flinched, just asked me, "So do you want your stuff?" Red faced I grabbed my bag and hurried to the car and home to my little piece of heaven where no one hollers at me and I am always right. And if I so choose, I can skip the bagging area!
Well, that is not where light bulbs are located. Silly me! They are on the other end of the store. Special aisle for them. And then I started to get dizzy. Do you have any idea how many different light bulbs there are? And how many watts? and what size screw in or snap on or tube and Lordy, I thought my head would explode. I finally found what I wanted. 60 watts. Can be used inside, outside , for appliances or lamps. Just what I wanted, but wait one minute! They come in packs of four. I have one refrigerator. The bulb that just burned out had lasted 9 years. If I bought the four pack could I expect my refrigerator to last another 36 years? No. I would then be left with extra bulbs and I am trying to break this hoarding habit I have. So I continued to comb the aisle looking for a single bulb. Or I could buy three refrigerators and hope they had no light bulb. That was not feasible either. At last I gave in to the giant conglomerate that runs the hardware store and put the 4 pack of bulbs in my basket.
Upon arrival at the check out I decided, against my better judgement, to do the self check. Ok, scan the little 1" screen. "Put item in the bag." I did that. "Place item in bag." I tapped the bag. "Place item in bag!" Now she was getting firm with me. I poked the one that said "skip bagging" and she seemed to relax. Scanned the light bulbs and went through the whole thing again. I poked finish and pay. Fed a $10 bill into the greedy little slot and waited for my change. Change shot out one hole. Dollar shot out across the way and the receipt fell to the floor. I gathered my money and receipt and looked at the man in charge. I looked at him and said "I hate that bitch!" He never flinched, just asked me, "So do you want your stuff?" Red faced I grabbed my bag and hurried to the car and home to my little piece of heaven where no one hollers at me and I am always right. And if I so choose, I can skip the bagging area!
