The topic, originally, was the humdrum light bulb, and the conversation went something like this:
“My major objection to the Compact Fluorescent,” I said, “is that if you drop one you have to call in the hazmat people.”
“To be honest,” she replied, “I dropped one once, and cleaned up the area myself. I don’t think there was any stray mercury, and I didn’t suffer any ill effects. Except, of course, for the extra head.”
I did something between giggling and guffawing. “Let me know if you add an extra arm or two.”
“I thought you were more interested in legs.”
She’s got me there, I had to admit.
Shortly thereafter, I remembered this little viral photo:
It had taken me far too long to figure it out.
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