The other day, I stepped into our master bedroom walk-in closet, flipping the light on behind me.
Except nothing happened.
I backed up and flipped the switch off and then back on again, eyes uplifted, watching the light fixture. Still nothing.
“Babe!” I called. “I think the bulb is out in the closet!”
My knight in shorts and a t-shirt arrived with the stepladder and some light bulbs, and proceeded to flip out the old for new.
When he was finished, he nodded at me, and I flipped the switch again.
HOLY CANOLI. It was REALLY BRIGHT!!!
“Wow!” I exclaimed. “That’s really bright! What kind of bulbs are those that you just put in?!”
“Just the regular kind,” he explained. “But now they’re both working.”
I stopped and looked at him. “Oh. I didn’t know there were two in there.”
“Yep, the first one blew a while ago. The light since then was just from the one bulb.”
I stopped and studied the fixture, squinting. “How long has it just been the one bulb up there?”