Your Funny Earth Hour story for the day
So in honor of Earth Hour I texted some local friends to come over and drink wine by candlelight. Becky and Emily agreed to come over. Becky got there first and wanted ice cream, so I called Emily, got her order and we walked to the Brown Cow. Midway there I realize the lone box of matches I have only has two matches in it. I wonder how we're going to light all my candles with two matches.
At the ice cream parlor I ask the guy at the register if he has any matches. He does not, but does have a lighter, but not that I could take with me. He suggests one of the many Irish bars two doors down. I go in there and ask the bartender if she's got a book of matches. She comes back with a box of big wooden kitchen matches, and says I can't have the whole thing, so I take a handful and say thank you. She's concerned that I have nothing to strike them against and I tell her I'm okay.
Becky says I could light them on the bottom of my shoe, but my soles are rubber. I realize I'm still holding the matches in my hand while we walk and that might be awkward if a police officer happened by. Ah well, we make it back just as Emily arrives and all have ice cream as I use one of my very own matches to light two candles and solve the whole "striking" dilemma by just sticking one of the new match-heads into the flame. That's what comes of a master's degree people, PROBLEM SOLVING.
We looked at game photos by candlelight and I drank wine. Now my guests are gone and I have a pile of matches for which I need to find a place, because of course they don't fit in the box.
Happy Earth Hour.
At the ice cream parlor I ask the guy at the register if he has any matches. He does not, but does have a lighter, but not that I could take with me. He suggests one of the many Irish bars two doors down. I go in there and ask the bartender if she's got a book of matches. She comes back with a box of big wooden kitchen matches, and says I can't have the whole thing, so I take a handful and say thank you. She's concerned that I have nothing to strike them against and I tell her I'm okay.
Becky says I could light them on the bottom of my shoe, but my soles are rubber. I realize I'm still holding the matches in my hand while we walk and that might be awkward if a police officer happened by. Ah well, we make it back just as Emily arrives and all have ice cream as I use one of my very own matches to light two candles and solve the whole "striking" dilemma by just sticking one of the new match-heads into the flame. That's what comes of a master's degree people, PROBLEM SOLVING.
We looked at game photos by candlelight and I drank wine. Now my guests are gone and I have a pile of matches for which I need to find a place, because of course they don't fit in the box.
Happy Earth Hour.