When I lived at home, my dad used to walk around the house on some sort of frenzied patrol, flicking off any light that had been left on accidentally. Sometimes he would shut a light off on me while I was still using it, like in the laundry room, ironing, or in the living room, reading. When I did leave a light on in a room that I wasn't occupying, he would, without fail, find me and ask in the same (tiresome) tone, "Do you work for the electric company?"
I used to dream about becoming an electric engineer so that I'd eventually be able to answer him with "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do." (Then I would quit my job because electricity bores me.)
I tell you this because I've started doing the same thing! I turn off lights left and right, up and down, lights I'm not using, lights I am using, lights in other people's homes, lights in public places. I'm getting really good at peeing in the dark.
I've heard it said that sooner or later we turn into our parents. Does this mean that I also have my father's compulsive athleticism to look forward to? His inability to throw away old T-shirts? His propensity for stale or expired foodstuffs? Will I, like my mother, eat dinners that consist entirely of vegetables? Judge people who go to Disneyworld on their honeymoon? Bring a sweater to the beach?
Oh, God... it's happening... it's happening...