Ne Pas Toucher..

Um, ah, I think you could call this the picture of the night. I'm staying in this rather groovy hotel in Fribourg, Switzerland (my home in Europe), and was just mucking about trying to turn on the light for the en suite stove top. I'm blind without my reading glasses, and so when this yellow button by the stove caught my eye, I instinctively went and pushed it. That's my near failsafe manner of learning how anything works: push all availible buttons, and see what happens..

I say nearly failsafe, because sometimes, ever so rarely, something in fact does fail, and even blow up in your face..

All of which is merely to say that if you look closely, you'll notice the word "toucher" is - ironically enoiugh - quite smudged. I suspect that perhaps is due to many blind numbnuts like myself in fact actually "touching" it with their grubby paws. You'll also note that the illumination here is thrown off by my ipad; this due to the fact that when I touched the button, it blew the fuse in my room, and plunged me into darkness.

I then and groped about for my flash light, knocked over my open liter of water all over the floor, found the flashlight, then my glasses, came back and read the note the ever diligent Swiss management posted there.

For you non-Francophones out there, it says "Do Not Touch. Thanks."

And I'm sitting here going, "No man, thank you. I'm so glad that that switch was not instead the trigger on a bundle of C4, or one releasing  a rabid wolverine into the room, or the button to a trap door into a laundry chute there beneath my feet dropping into the dungeon, or something even more exciting.."

I need my sleep after all, and having the lights permantly cut off now is not such a bad thing. I'm going to shut my iPad now, become enveloped in utter darkness, and drift off to sleep.

Blessings upon all your heads, mes chers. Bon nuit.


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