What I want as an environmentally conscious consumer is a hybrid car that doubles as a generator for power outages, and is flex fuel capable of compost.
Well, in my car, if the electrical power goes out in the house, one can sit in it and listen to the radio (if one can hear the radio), or if the air conditioning in the bedroom won't work because of an outage, one can sit in the car and get cool that way.
I suppose there's all sorts of things one can do with the cigarette-lighter in the car, if one has the right attachments--like boil water or make coffee or recharge a cellular telephone if one has one of those.
The problem with the sparkling old dude is his abysmal lack of imagination to "make do."
Actually, I don't believe the sparkling old dude was as discomfitted by a lack of electricity as he made out.
His original comment bears all the trademarks of his being discomfitted by a spoiled brat wife who can't live without electricity, and he's trying to placate her, calm her down.
Remember, for the sparkling old dude's wife, "roughing it" means flying coach rather than first class to Davos, which she's never done before, and ain't ever going to do.
It's an interesting marriage over there, in that affluent lily-white suburb of Baltimore--although alas the phenomenon's not as rare as one wishes it were, when it comes to connubial life.
One partner--either the female or the male--is all upset and bent out of shape because there's a temporary irritant going on, such as a power outage. The other partner--either the male or the female--is a little bit out of sorts too, but is much more worried about soothing the "feelings" of the first partner, and is compelled to take desperate measures to shut up the first partner.
And thus life in the sparkling household.
