In The Wrong

I bought a lightshade today. A very exciting home furnishing purchase that I felt took me one step closer to the adulthood I strive for. But it was cracked so I took it back and got another one. Of course, installing it was above me, and not just because I couldn't reach, so my good friend Richard installed it for me. A couple of hours later, it had become so hot the plastic holding had melted, the glass shade was suspended from the bulb, and the filament was glowing red. That's not right I thought. So I turned the whole thing off, packed it away and took it back. All I got was grief. First I was accused of cracking the glass, then misinstallation, then incorrect wattage, socket irregularity and finally stupidity. I sell three hundred before Christmas! he says, You know how many complaints I get? he says, None! Not one! You are the problem! This is all your fault! Here take your money and get out of my shop! He slaps my £26 down and I scrape it from the table in shame. I feel pretty small as I walk out and my heart sinks. Nevermind, I think, Peaches Geldof loves my magic.