Me, following the smell of burning plastic to where Jim is hunched over the sewing machine, working feverishly: "Why does it smell like something is burning?"
Jim: "Because something is. See the smoke?" Then looking up from his work in an unconcerned way, he reaches over and removes a large piece of aluminum foil from the plastic lampshade to reveal what used to be the plastic of the lampshade now melted onto the bulb and going up in smoke. He sits back down in his seat and keeps working.
Me, turning the light off: "I guess putting the aluminum foil on there wasn't such a good idea."
Jim, without even stopping his work, "No, it was a great idea. It was a bad idea to buy such a cheap lamp. Now how am I supposed to see?"
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