AlexSchira
Enlightened
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- Dec 7, 2005
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At some time, we've all been commented on by Unenlightened individuals. I became a flashaholic, at first out of spite towards a comment from a white-collar step relative from a rich background, how carrying a flashlight and pocketknife was a sign of the lower class. I should be carrying a briefcase!
...Note to self...buy briefcase, fill with lights...
The relative that made that comment, is my father's wife and my stepmother Their entire townhouse is done in wine colors, not a single wall the same color. Well, once in a while I stay in one of the weird-colored guest rooms for a night whenever the need strikes or I simply need to eat something until my next paycheck. I always live out of an old duffel bag that I've been taking to and from there for years, since I was twelve, actually. There's always been a bit of a communication gap. She was raised in an extremely sheltered home growing up, the type that does yearbook in high school and has never even spoken to a police officer. Ever. She refers to them as barbarians.
Well, this is awkward, considering the occupation path I've fallen into. Hence the flashlights, the nightsticks, the cell phone, the sunglasses, the holsters that hold other holsters, and the fetish I have for kicking in doors.
Well, one night, I left my bag out on a chair somewhere in their living room, and she opened it to see if I had any batteries for something in the kitchen. And she found my stash of lights. I come downstairs, and you'd think she'd found drugs and a prostitute/contortionist in there. She demanded, to see receipts. She wanted to know how much I spent on 'those things'.
This was before I got my beloved Surefire Executive, which by itself would give her a heart attack.
And, the quote of the day was...
"...This is the 21st century! Why do you have three flashlights in your bag? We have lights built into the house!"
She...really does think like this. See what happens when you set up playdates for your kid instead of letting him or her actually leave the house alone? They grow up, manage a company, and then go and say things like this.
Next day...power outage...
Honorable mentions.
"Uh...did you like have that on your keychain?"A guy, upon seeing my Surefire E2E
"Do you put batteries in those things?" Person who doesn't understand why those glass things light up when I hit the button.
"You're single, aren't you?"A college junior, female, after watching me pull three LED lights out of my jacket to help her and her friends look for something in a yard.
And lastly...
"Oh yeah...my dad has one bigger than yours!"Suuure he does...sure he does...tell that to my 6D Mag, Kiddo'. I'm sure he had a ...gasp...THREE D Cell light from Jewel in his garage, amazing as that is. But still. I won.
Yes, I was single for a long time, until I met this girl whose father was equally obsessed with these things.
...Hopefully, he won't read this and buy something bigger than my 6D.
...Note to self...buy briefcase, fill with lights...
The relative that made that comment, is my father's wife and my stepmother Their entire townhouse is done in wine colors, not a single wall the same color. Well, once in a while I stay in one of the weird-colored guest rooms for a night whenever the need strikes or I simply need to eat something until my next paycheck. I always live out of an old duffel bag that I've been taking to and from there for years, since I was twelve, actually. There's always been a bit of a communication gap. She was raised in an extremely sheltered home growing up, the type that does yearbook in high school and has never even spoken to a police officer. Ever. She refers to them as barbarians.
Well, this is awkward, considering the occupation path I've fallen into. Hence the flashlights, the nightsticks, the cell phone, the sunglasses, the holsters that hold other holsters, and the fetish I have for kicking in doors.
Well, one night, I left my bag out on a chair somewhere in their living room, and she opened it to see if I had any batteries for something in the kitchen. And she found my stash of lights. I come downstairs, and you'd think she'd found drugs and a prostitute/contortionist in there. She demanded, to see receipts. She wanted to know how much I spent on 'those things'.
This was before I got my beloved Surefire Executive, which by itself would give her a heart attack.
And, the quote of the day was...
"...This is the 21st century! Why do you have three flashlights in your bag? We have lights built into the house!"
She...really does think like this. See what happens when you set up playdates for your kid instead of letting him or her actually leave the house alone? They grow up, manage a company, and then go and say things like this.
Next day...power outage...
Honorable mentions.
"Uh...did you like have that on your keychain?"A guy, upon seeing my Surefire E2E
"Do you put batteries in those things?" Person who doesn't understand why those glass things light up when I hit the button.
"You're single, aren't you?"A college junior, female, after watching me pull three LED lights out of my jacket to help her and her friends look for something in a yard.
And lastly...
"Oh yeah...my dad has one bigger than yours!"Suuure he does...sure he does...tell that to my 6D Mag, Kiddo'. I'm sure he had a ...gasp...THREE D Cell light from Jewel in his garage, amazing as that is. But still. I won.
Yes, I was single for a long time, until I met this girl whose father was equally obsessed with these things.
...Hopefully, he won't read this and buy something bigger than my 6D.
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