The Disco Bathroom

When you want a job done....

Emma came into the room with her arms folded in front of her, and she leaned against the wall. Aaron knew the pose.

“I know that look,” Aaron said. “What’d I do now?”

“It’s what you didn’t do, Aaron James. I don’t particularly like having a disco bathroom.”

Aaron shook his head and said, “What are you talking about?”

Before he got to the bathroom, he started to see the problem with the flickering lights, even though they still had six months to go before the Christmas lights went up.

A row of five vanity lights overlooked the double sink area. Two lights were out and two were lit but had different color temperatures. One was flickering.

Scratch that, two were flickering and the third was dim but not burnt out.

“See what I mean?”

“Yeah, but…” Aaron started to say.

“Are you going to fix it or shall I can an electrician?”

“You will absolutely not call those overpriced electrician shysters on a weekend when I – your fearless husband – have the tools and the requisite know how to detect shorts and change out two tiny minuscule light bulbs. I mean, how hard can it really be?”

Emma chuckled and said, “Like I said, ‘Electrician’ll be here tomorrow.’”

“Yeah, good call. Electricity and I don’t always go together.”

“I know.”