I went to the hardware shop this afternoon in search of a cord that could plug into the wall and lead to a light bulb socket in order to properly hang a paper lantern. I approached the busy counter, gestured wildly to make clear my needs, and smiled until my teeth hurt. Promptly, the little man behind the counter disappeared and quickly emerged holding a socket, a plug, and several feet of wire. He proceeded to put the mismatched items on the counter in front of me, smiled a toothless smile, and charmingly wagged his head. I took the gesture to mean that all the necessary materials for making the item I desired were, in fact, ready for me to assemble. I paid the man and trekked home. Tomorrow, I learn how to wire a lamp.