Shortly after we moved into our house, the light over the washing machine and dryer quit working. All the other lights in the basement continued to work, but that one did not.
So I called Dad. He came and took a look. He said it was something to do with shorts or switches or something electrical sounding like that, but that it was easy to fix. Which was good, because laundry is no fun anyway, but laundry in the dark is even less fun.
The next day, Hubby and I went off to work, and Dad came to fix the light. He sent me an email later in the day to say all was well and the light was working again.
When I got home from work, I headed to the basement to throw in a load of laundry, just for the novelty of doing so with the lights on. But when I went to grab the pull chain, something was different. What should I find hanging from the end of the chain but a lovely plastic crystal dolphin. I laughed out loud.
When I called Dad to thank him for his help, I made sure to make a mention of the extra special feature he'd added. He chuckled just slightly and said "Yeah, I picked that one out special, just for you." We have a similar sense of humor, Dad and I.
But now, every time I turn on the light to do laundry, I smile. Every single time.