Lightbulbs or light bulbs? Now there’s a question not easily answered by a quick Google search.
Anyway, I know I promised you I wouldn’t bother you today, but I really wanted to get in one more Halloween post before October ends.
This is a quick story from last October. (Remember, my goal is to write shorter blogs.)
My daughter and I went to the grocery store with a rather long list. There was the usuals, our staples, but we also needed
light bulbs.
Upon entering the store, we saw our friend Jim, choosing some fresh-baked bread. I thought he looked really cute, so I took his picture.
We chatted for a bit, then continued with our grocery shopping, us going at our pace and following our usual route and him doing his thing.
Every few aisles, we would see each other. I’d check Jim’s cart to see if
he had anything good that I needed to know about and he would check mine and give me shopping advice.
My daughter and I were looking for some specialty light bulbs, something that required me to write down a make/model number and bring it to the store, but we weren’t very focused on the task. You see, right across from the light bulbs were the Halloween masks and à la carte costume accessories.
The daughter, being a teenager, said the heck with the light bulbs, let’s try on masks. Just as she got this idea, here came Jim. So the three of us ended up having a hoot looking for lightbulbs.
A String of Pearls 