WATT A PROBLEM
I’m not the brightest bulb in the candleabra, and I’ve been told I’m not operating with a full fuse box, but at least now I know I come by it naturally.
Went to see my darling Uncle Dave yesterday with my Mom. He’s pretty much a shut-in, on oxygen, because of emphysema. We had a lovely visit and I remarked on his treadmill.
‘’Did you get that fixed?’’ Mom inquired.
He nodded sheepishly.
‘’You don’t want to talk about it, do you?’’ They’ve been siblings for more than 75 years. They know each other by now.
Finally, he told on himself. It seems he got so frustrated that he couldn’t fix it himself that he was willing to quietly pay someone out of the phone book an exorbitant $95, plus materials, to come and take a look at it.
That fellow tried and tried, but couldn’t make it work. Finally, he discovered that not enough power was coming out of the outlet into which it was plugged. My uncle needed an electrician, not a machine-fixer.
Fine. But he still had time left on his $95. So as long as the fellow was there, could he look at the back-up oxygen machine? It wasn’t working, either, and Uncle Dave had spent a lot of time trying to fix it, too.
After quite a while fiddling with that machine, the fellow finally decided to check the outlet. It, too, was putting out only wussie power.
Eureka! He fled to the set of lightswitches in the nearby hall . . . and flipped on the one that nobody ever knew what it was for.
Lights flashed! Both machines whirred to life! Both problems solved!
And Uncle Dave was left shaking his head over paying $95 . . . for WATT?!?!?!
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Prayer request: We lift up the family of Jeralee, a beloved mother of two daughters who died last week after a nine-year battle with breast cancer. We’re thankful for the years you gave her, Lord, and pray for peace and comfort for her family. Let them know You’re with them. (2 Thessalonians 3:16)
Thursday, December 02, 2004
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