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I Admitted It

Story ID:8319
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Story
Location:Caldwell ID USA
Year:2012
Person:Me
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I drive my car with the headlights on, even during the day. It’s a good practice. I want
approaching traffic to see me.

On the way home from work one afternoon, I sat behind a truck at a red light. In the
reflection from its shiny chrome bumper, I saw only one of my headlights bouncing back at me.

I arrived home, got out of my car, walked to the front and saw what I expected. One of
my headlights was out.

The days grew shorter. I needed my lights. On my way home from work the next day,
I bought a new bulb, installed it and was surprised; the light was still out.

I returned the bulb, got a new one, took it home, plugged it in and once again, there
was no light. “This is not good.” I thought. “It’s a wiring problem. This is going to cost me
a fortune.”

Summer turned to fall. The days grew shorter. In the morning, I drove with my high
beams on. I hate it when people drive with their high beams in my eyes. I became one of
them and was embarrassed.

Two weeks later, I pulled into the parking lot at work, got out and looked at my
lights. There were two lit lights on the passenger side. On my driver’s side, only one glowed.

I thought my bulbs were two-way, for both high and low beam.

Later that day, I pulled up to our apartment, walked up the steps, got the old bulb,
walked down the stairs and opened my engine bonnet. Behind the battery, hidden from view,
was the second bulb. For twenty minutes, I ripped the flesh from the back of my hand,
attempting to replace the that dead bulb hidden in a tight spot.

The bulb installed and with the back of my hand bloody, I turned on the headlights.
There was light.

I felt stupid.

My neighbor walked out. “Dan?”

“What’s up, Mike?”

“Remember the light problem I told you about?”

“Yeah! Did you get it fixed?”

”Sure did.”

“What was the problem?”

“Me!”

“Huh?”

“Dan, I didn’t know I had four bulbs. I changed the good bulb twice.

Dan doubled over with laughter.

“Hey! Don’t laugh! I know I’m an idiot. I don’t need you to confirm it. At least I
admitted it.”

Michael T. Smith