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Ever know someone that knows everything and knows nothing?
Emma and I just got into an argument over the wattage of a desk lamp bulb. I keep telling her that you're not supposed to put a 60 or 75-watt bulb into a desk lamp that needs a max of 40 watts, because it's a fire hazard. (Little side note, neither of us knew our max wattage. I looked up what I thought was the correct lamp on Target's website, but it was actually a different one that allowed 60-watt bulbs. The one I have is 40w. This all started because I told her I need to return my bulb tomorrow and exchange it for a 40w, and she offered me hers, but hers is 75w.) The bulbs we picked up are compact flourescents, and they have a second number on the box for the amount of energy they use. She swears up and down that you don't go by the wattage, you go by the energy. She's trying to burn down the dorm. I showed her my lamp, which is the same size as hers, and showed her the warning on the inside that SAYS 40w max or 11 max for CFs. I still don't think she believes me. I told her she's wrong, and I don't think she likes being wrong. Thing is, she's wrong a lot. Like, all the time.
This after she said "Nonononono, let's do some simple math," after I tried explaining to her that I got a federal grant yesterday, and this morning Juniata took the amount of the grant away from my scholarship, so my aid is right back where it was originally despite the federal grant. She wasn't understand what I was saying at all, even though it was totally straightforward.
So yeah, a couple times today, I wanted to wring her skinny neck. -_-;