Even as I got into the car I could feel the attitude in place. I knew even before I pulled into the parking lot of our local electric supply store they wouldn’t have my 400 Watt bulb and even more than that they will be rude and condescending.
But I don’t want to get ahead of myself.
On March 1st my Mom and I went to the electric supply store (which shall go unnamed, as this could happen to anyone, anywhere) amidst a few different errands. I needed a few different supplies at the store, but it is the large indirect light bulb that burned out in the Art Center ballroom, where I work, that is my reason for being here. With the dead bulb in hand, I entered into The Electric Store.
Tacky shiny chandeliers made for the finer homes of Aston or Ridley dangle down from everywhere. Forcing me to stoop and dodge as I make my way to the register.
Behind the counter is a large black man. He awaits me.
He is tall and heavy and burly. Much like his thick coke bottle glasses…is dense, “Can I help you?” His voice is thick and raspy, a Camel man would be my guess. Immediately I feel like I am inconveniencing him.
“Yes, I need to order some bulbs, 6, 60 Watt standard bulbs, a dozen exit sign bulbs, and two of these.” I show him my 8 inch long monster bulb. Confident now because with bulb in hand we will have no confusion.
“What kind of bulb is this?” He has taken the bulb from me and is holding it like it is the turd of an alien.
“Let me look in back, and see if I can find them.” I smile at my Mom. She looks dismayed and annoyed.
Coming up to the counter again he says, “We don’t have any in stock, but I will order it if you like.”
“Okay, when will they come in?” I didn’t expect them to be in stock. Everything is right on track.
“Ten days. We’ll give you a call.” Yeah Right!
“Do you want me to throw this out?” He is dangling the bulb over a 55 gallon trash can. In his thick calloused hand the bulb doesn’t look so large. [Read more…]