Sydney Morning Herald
23 October 2008
Column 8
[...] "Recently I walked to my corner store and asked the delightful middle-aged Chinese lady serving there for a light bulb," writes Myles Paulsen, of Redfern. "I heard her say: 'What?' I repeated my request and again she said 'What?', so I did what I normally do in these circumstances and went into an elaborate routine in which I mimed unscrewing an invisible dead bulb from a ceiling, screwing in a live one, and then flicking an invisible switch, upon which my eyes widen in happiness as the room suddenly fills with light. The lady looked at me as if I'd lost my mind and then she repeated: 'Watt! How many watt?' "
Column 8
[...] "Recently I walked to my corner store and asked the delightful middle-aged Chinese lady serving there for a light bulb," writes Myles Paulsen, of Redfern. "I heard her say: 'What?' I repeated my request and again she said 'What?', so I did what I normally do in these circumstances and went into an elaborate routine in which I mimed unscrewing an invisible dead bulb from a ceiling, screwing in a live one, and then flicking an invisible switch, upon which my eyes widen in happiness as the room suddenly fills with light. The lady looked at me as if I'd lost my mind and then she repeated: 'Watt! How many watt?' "
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