My husband and I live in northern California, and every few years we experience a pretty nasty weather cycle. One winter, in preparation for one of these tempests, knowing we were going to lose power overnight, I asked him to go get some candles.
My husband is an Eagle Scout, an expert survivalist, and very very smart. I figured the “candles” instruction was explicit enough.
When I got home from work what did I find on our dining table? 300 tealights. When I asked him what he was thinking he said, “I figured 300 for $5 was a better deal than 5 for $30.” And I replied, “This is a natural disaster, not a seance.”
I went out into the rain, returned the tealights, and bought 5 candles for $30. So annoying.