Funny Fan

Something awful happened when I was getting ready for bed. I turned on my bedroom fan and it didn't work. Of course I checked the connections, settings and even other outlets, but it was dead. I can't sleep without my fan.

On all but the coldest nights, I have the bedroom window open. If the window is open, the fan must be on. The sound of the fountain and freeway drives me nuts, so the fan is necessary to buffer the noise.

My project on my day off was to buy another fan that would fit in the window. It sounded to me like a simple assignment. Since I got my last fan at Home Depot, that was where I went to try and buy a replacement. No luck. Fans are a seasonal item and are not sold this time of year. I did find a nice new rug for my kitchen, though. It's the color of mud which should work out well.

Surely Target would sell fans, I thought. Lots of people use fans year-round and don't they know that the weather will stay mostly warm until Christmas? This is Southern California for goodness sakes. No fans. But I did find some pretty dog collars. Poor Tommy is now wearing a pink jeweled collar.

My next stop was Trader Joes. I knew they didn't have fans, but the chocolate situation had reached critical levels. I had begun resorting to eating Hershey's chocolate. *gasp* Now I have enough fine European bitter chocolate to get me through the next few months. Checking out, the clerk said that I must be making a gift basket for someone. Sheepishly, I responded that it was all for me. Doesn't anyone else buy chocolate in volume?

The last stop was to Fantastic Sam's to get my hair shortened. The stylist took personal offense when I said that I like to cut my own bangs. I thought that she would be glad because it was less work for her, but she kept grilling me, wanting to know why I didn't want her to cut them. I didn't want to insult her by saying that the last time she cut them so short that it screwed up my passport photo and took two months to grow out to the right length. I steadfastly refused to give her a reason other than personal preference while wondering why she seemed to be so intent on receiving an insult. I really hate getting my hair cut. If I could see to cut the back I would never go back.

Lastly, I came home without a fan and prepared to throw my old fan in the trash. I plugged it in and gave it one last test just to make sure. It worked. All is well again.