I know you've seen the commercial for the Clapper. The part I think about most is the older woman in bed turning on her side and giving a couple of very soft claps and the light goes out. Clap on, clap off, the Clapper.
So my boyfriend and I move into a house that has a room with no light switch. Electrical outlets but no switch. This is our office, the place we both work, so a light is crucial. For Christmas, I get the smart and silly idea to buy him a Clapper for the room. I am the total amazon prime person (I find it hard to shop in the real world), and it's two day shipping,the Clapper ready for opening Christmas day.
Now, the Clapper really works. Clap on (slowly, claps solid and the exact, right distance apart), clap off, the Clapper. I found myself singing the song all the time, thinking about the older woman in bed, smiling as the lights went out.
Then I realized that my voice also turns on the Clapper. I have a voice the pitch of two claps. My Native American name should be "Two Claps." Or--"Two Heels." I have shoes that mimic two claps. When I am in here wearing those shoes, I just tap my heels twice and clap on, clap off, The Clapper. (There's no place like home!)
My laughter in certain situations sets off the Clapper.
My two claps don't always work the Clapper. I clap a lot in my office when I'm not wearing my two heels. People probably think I'm applauding myself after a day of work.
Clap on, Clap off, the Clapper.
I think it's time I bought something else advertised on TV. Maybe it's not too late for Ginsu knives.
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