Blue sparks are coming from WHAT???
So there I was, laying in bed engaged in post-coital snuggling with Sparkle, when I hear a text message alert from my cell phone on the dresser.
There’s generally only one person besides the one I was snuggling with who texts me. Iris. And sure enough, there was a message from her with this rather important question:
Hey Mr. Fireman: could a vibrator with bad/old wiring start a fire in my bed?
Eleven digits were quickly punched into the phone (while imagining how in the world the fire investigator would write up that report) followed by a quick greeting and a more detailed description of the issue. A description that included the phrase “blue sparks”.
Now, I’m not an expert when it comes to vibrators, but blue sparks are generally a bad thing when they’re coming from any electrical appliance, especially one being used in such a sensitive anatomical area.
I suggested, in rather strong terms, that she might just want to unplug said device before she got to meet my firefighting brethren in her town. She responded that she was rather comfortable where she was and that the new vibrator (purchased recently due to the fact that blue sparks are only the latest issue with the current one) was all the way on the other side of the room.
I again suggested, in even stronger terms and with phrases such as “young lady” and “when I get my hands on you”, that she unplug the arcing device with all due haste.
She responded with a raspberry.
Two raspberries, in fact.
I cheerfully reminded her that I’ll be seeing her in a couple of weeks and that her backside is essentially toast when I do, then told her one last time to unplug the coruscating device and plug in the new one so she could finish what she was doing and go to bed.
The phrase “yes sir” just isn’t quite as effective when it’s said in a bratty tone, but she did finally unplug the malfunctioning vibrator before saying good night.
There won’t be any blue sparks when I see her, but something is definitely going to be glowing.