I remember in my youth my father having absolute melt-downs every once in a while after going around turning off the lights in rooms that we would leave empty.
I’d look at him like he had three heads when he had finally had enough and freak out. But now I totally understand.
It’s constant. There simply is no turning off a single light in our house. At times there are probably 30 lights on in my house and it doesn’t matter if I turn them all off, the minute someone goes into another room the light gets turned on there is not even the slightest thought of turning it off until the end of the night when it’s time for bed unless I follow everyone around all day long and play light turner offer.
You would think they all got electrocuted when turning off a light one day and have been emotionally conditioned to never try to turn a light off again.
So I can see now Dad why you had those melt-downs every once in a while. You had had it with being the light police.
Good Morning Gloucester 