I have an intense fear of changing light bulbs. Maybe it's all those years of listening to Polock jokes. who knows. Did i even spell "polock" right?
I always think i'll get electrocuted. or blinded by the light. and those popcorn ceiling flakes always fall into my eyes. plus, i invariably burn myself after touching the hot bulb.
needless to say, our apartment hallway light is out again. can something 3 feet long really be considered a hallway?
does any knight in shining armor want to gallup up to the 3rd floor and change the light for me?! Jorab? anyone?