Why is the light white, he asked. - What kind of question is that? Do you want to buy these bulbs or not? — Wouldn’t it be good customer service to answer my question? I am just wondering about the color. - The color of what? — Of the light. I can’t see it. And he pointed at the little boxes on the shelf. - Are you serious? I have been working at Homedepot for seventeen years. Your question is a first. — Really? Are people not buying these bulbs? - Yea, they do, but they don’t seem to talk about them as much. They just buy them. — Do they ever return them? If they don’t have the right light? - I don’t know. I work in these aisles, not at the service desk. You have to ask them. — But when they don’t know what is meant by white! He was gesturing at the shelf again. - The light is white. What’s so difficult about it? — Isn’t all light white? - Really? How about red light? — No, I mean the light itself. From the bulb. Not some filter. Or glass. Or whatever. - All these bulbs have some kind of glass. It filters the light. — Yea, sure. The one I opened has clear glass. So, I was wondering. - Wondering about what? — Where does the white come from? - I don’t know. It’s a bulb. — That’s why I want to buy it. Just with the right light. - All bulbs have the right light. You just need to know what you want. — I want a light bulb. With nice light. Why does it have to be white? - You said all light is white. — Right. But I don’t want that. - What do you want? — I have no idea. Just light.
This conversation was playing in my head. A conversation about nothing. Just light.
Practicing the writing of dialog in a writing workshop a few weeks ago.