Wes looked up at the light and tilted his head. It was pretty high, yeah, but a good ladder could manage it. He finished his tea, then started rolling up his sleeves. "Point me at a ladder and a fresh bulb and I'll get right on it." It really sucked that her husband couldn't be bothered to get a ladder and change a stupid lightbulb. It was not that hard to do. It was so not-hard that people made jokes about other people not being able to handle doing it.