Five years ago we did a remodel on our house. Among the things that changed were the garage doors and their openers. The old ones were basic, but they had a socket on the side which held a light bulb that would turn on every time the door opened--very helpful in the dark.
The new ones are much fancier, sleek black and white boxes with a nice chain drive--but for some reason, the damn contractor installed ones without lights. So you either leave the overhead garage lights on all the time, or you're going to fumble to the door in the dark after you've turned off your headlights.
How many times over the years have I muttered to myself about this?
Then, yesterday, something struck me. The black plastic housing on those boxes is opaque; but the white part is translucent. I got up on a step stool. Sure enough, up near the ceiling, there are two tiny screw connecting the two colored housings together. I unscrew them, the white part flips down, and sure enough, there are two lonely light sockets, just itching for their chance to shine.
How many other things in life are hidden in plain view, just waiting to be recognized?
diderot
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