On Monday morning, I had something ridiculously insignificant, yet profound, happen to me: the light bulb inside my refrigerator burned out.
Sure, I knew that it was a bulb that gave me light every time I opened the door of my usually bachelor-like fridge, but I never actually considered the probability of it burning out. Nor have I ever heard of anyone I know needing to replace theirs.
I said ‚??huh‚?Ě to the now-dark fridge, and went about my day, forgetting all about the bulb until I got home and began making dinner.
The not-so-bright side of my brain wondered if I could just put one of the regular bulbs I always have on hand in there, until I saw the bulb‚??s small size. OK, scratch that.
I finished making dinner with the burned-out bulb sitting on the counter almost mocking me. Still flabbergasted by the whole thing, I did the best thing I could under my befuddled circumstances: I called my mom.
She informed me that there are special appliance bulbs, and get this: they‚??re available in the light bulb section. Well, I‚??ll be damned.
Then she said something that pulled the rug out from under me again.
‚??They also have them for microwaves too.‚?Ě
Being as inquisitive as I am, I grilled her about this monumentally mundane occurrence, trying desperately to wrap my brain around the fact that it perturbed me to my very core.
Having lived in the house I grew up in for 25 years, clearly Mom has had to replace bulbs not only in her fridge, but also the microwave and ‚?? sit down for this ‚?? the dryer.
I guess I took that little bulb for granted, and to it I apologize. I‚??m sure it‚??s in a much better place now where it won‚??t have to work so hard for so little recognition.