How many Stephs does it take ...
I needed to buy a lightbulb - the one in the bedroom had blown just before I'd left for Europe and I'd conveniently forgotten about it until it got dark.
I was skipping down the stairs into the subway as the doors on the train were beeping closed, but suddenly they stopped dead with a clunk, and opened again. I hurried on in and the doors shut just behind me, breathless in a kind of disbelief - I haven't had a train driver stop a train for me before.
As I got out of the carriage onto the platform, I turned around and tried to say thanks, but I couldn't quite see the driver hidden in his narrow compartment. He must have seen me looking for him because he then leaned out of his tiny window, and gave me a smile and a wave.
Montreal, where the train drivers are kind.
When I got to the shop, looking at all manner of bulby glass things and marvelling at all these clever devices that mankind has invented, I realised that there wasn't any point in buying one because I didn't know which screw type the lightbulb in question ought to have. And for the moment, I can't reach the light fitting even if I stood on a chair ... Hm.
Posted by sniffles at January 10, 2003 05:13 PM