Last night, while waiting endlessly -- or so it seemed -- for the fireworks to get underway (for a second time) in Danvers, I downed way too much water and Dr Pepper. Big mistake when we're sitting in the parking lot of a local elementary school. In the dark. Without flashlights.
After an hour's delay in the fireworks, I desperately needed relief. So I stood in line for the port-a-can. Several people ahead of me had those glow-in-the-dark necklaces. One person had a flashlight. These items were shared with those before them. But by the time I had a chance at the door, no one in line had any form of illumination.
Yes, I came prepared for a port-a-can. I am my mother's daughter: I had a packet of baby wipes and another of facial tissue. But at the moment I stepped into the absolute darkness of that port-a-can, I mostly was grateful that I had a Blackberry in my pocket.
Beware! makers of hand-held lanterns. The hand-held mobile phone may take over your industry!
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
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I cannot tell you how many times my cell phone backlight has saved me from running into things in the dark. What I hate, though? Is that the cell phone light has pretty much replaced the obligatory bic lighter at concerts... there's something not right about that.
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