My wife and her girl friend have been getting a little annoyed with my recent fascination with flashlights. They have started calling me a flashaholic. I just enjoy holding, reading about, learning about, testing and just plain playing with my two newest babies. They have resorted to making snide little remarks and jokes about me and my new addiction.
Well, justice has been served. Last night the three of us were sitting around getting ready to watch a movie and I had a light in each hand. I was getting the customary smirks from the two of them when it happened.
As if planned and right on cue, we had a power outage. My wife instinctively stood up and started for the emergency lighting. And to think, I was sitting only 3 feet away with a flashlight in each hand. I said, "You needing one of these?"
Her friend said, "Oh good grief. We will never live this one down."
I was so proud. I think I might have to order another light.
Well, justice has been served. Last night the three of us were sitting around getting ready to watch a movie and I had a light in each hand. I was getting the customary smirks from the two of them when it happened.
As if planned and right on cue, we had a power outage. My wife instinctively stood up and started for the emergency lighting. And to think, I was sitting only 3 feet away with a flashlight in each hand. I said, "You needing one of these?"
Her friend said, "Oh good grief. We will never live this one down."
I was so proud. I think I might have to order another light.