A couple of years ago, one of the blinker lights on my van went out. I planned to take it somewhere to get it fixed, but someone recommended going to AutoZone and getting a new one and doing it myself. I went and got a new bulb, and then the guys there offered to fix it for me. Score! When I purchased the lightbulb that day, I got a two pack so I’ve been carrying this extra lightbulb around in my glove box for the last 2 years.
The other day one of the brake lights went out on my van. I figured I would go back to AutoZone and let them do their magic again. Then I remembered that extra bulb I had. I wondered if I could actually change the brake light myself. I talked to my dad about it, because I wasn’t where I could actually check to see if I could fix it and he offered to come over the next day to see if he could take care of it.
When I got home I decided to see how butch I could be and try and fix it myself. I turned the key on the car so the lights would could one and got to work. Looking at the car, I could see that there were two screws to take out. I did that. Hm…I pulled on the light and the whole plastic container popped out. I managed to get to the burnt out lightbulb and put the new one in. It didn’t seem to be working. I adjusted and looked at wires and figured my lightbulb was bad. I left the new bulb in there figuring I’d have to take a trip to AutoZone anyway.
After shutting the car off and coming inside feeling like I failed as a lesbian, I thought that maybe I should go back out and restart the car. Maybe it needed to be turned off and back on again after the new lightbulb was installed.
Score! The lights worked perfectly. I walked back in the house feeling like I had definitely earned my lesbian card! I was so attracted to myself at that moment, and I had the urge to do this…
Unfortunately there wasn’t anyone home to bask in my greatness. I texted my dad and told him that I was able to fix it. He said he was calling me next time!
Hee Hee! I still giggle over the whole thing!