I want to take a day (or post) to break away from my Perfect Moments to write about something different–I hope my sister won’t be mad. I want to write about an Oops Moment.
I have been meaning to buy light bulbs for a number of weeks. One of the light bulbs in the bathroom burned out and when I went to replace it, I noticed that the one I replaced it with the last of the 60 watt bulbs I had. I had a stack of 100 watt bulbs–and way more than I need–but no 60 watt bulbs. I checked the fixtures and they were not rated for 100 watts, so I just hoped that they would last long enough so I wouldn’t have to shower in the dark–which I have done during a power failure. While I could do it, and people without sight do all the time, I think it is easily avoided.
However, I didn’t want to make a special trip just to buy light bulbs. So, I kept telling myself that I would get them when I could. The only problem with that, is that I usually forget until I am home with what I bought. I should probably download some app that makes a list and beeps like crazy when I enter a store that sells the things on the lists. Probably an invasion of my privacy, but rather handy.
The other day, I didn’t forget. I was in the store and I remembered to buy all those little things I needed. I spotted the light bulbs, compared the prices, and chose the ones I wanted. I picked up the box and thought that both the box and the light bulbs inside were rather dirty. I put it back and grabbed the ones behind it.
Yes, that when the Oops Moment occurred. Instead of picking up 60 watt bulbs, I got 40 watt bulbs. I thought I was paying attention, but I wasn’t. The packaging seems pretty identifiable, but only the numbers were different.
Yes, I could take them back, but I wasn’t at a local store and I am not sure it is worth the drive. I probably have a few lamps they fit into anyway.