This evening, the light in my refrigerator went out. When opening the door to darkness, my first thought was that the circuit blew or the fridge died so my affective filter was high, but upon further investigation it was still running and the light in the freezer still worked. It took me a minute but then realized the light bulb had simply burned out. Do you know that I have never once changed a refrigerator light bulb before!?!? I moved out of my parents’ house at 17, so have rented, or co-owned, or owned at least 10 fridges since then. Isn’t it odd that in all those years a bulb never went out? I never thought about it before, but it’s kind of blowing my mind tonight.
Anyways, after cleaning out the top shelf so I could get to the light (which I assumed was in the back), I couldn’t find it. Scratching my head, I searched around the ceiling and finally located it in the front, just above the door. I set it aside next to my keys, a little bit frustrated that it went out on a Sunday night because with the new work week starting, who knows when I’ll have the time to go to the store to get a light bulb.
Then I remembered the light bulb box. When my parents moved to Hawaii maybe 10 years ago my dad left a bunch of boxes in my garage. The box that he always kept the light bulbs in at their house now resides in my garage. Every-so-often I’ll find a bulb I can use in the box so I checked it. At the very bottom of the dirty old box was a cardboard sleeve, browned with age that said, “Refrigerator Light”. Skeptically, how could it possibly still work, I tried it…and it worked!
I’m proud to say I successfully changed my first refrigerator light bulb. Bring on the fluorescents!