Making Light

As I sat in my car pondering why it is a woman keeps a man waiting, I had the time to watch the lightning bugs come up. At dusk, they begin their accent. Gradually they blink their way higher and higher ... and then they disappear until tomorrow. My uncle always called them "Mother Nature's Fireworks". When I was young, I believed that those bugs rubbed their antennae together to make the light come on, but repeated experiments on captured specimens showed this wasn't true. Now I like to think that lightning bugs blink because they are happy. If I could fly - and I was happy - I think I would turn my blinking light on while I flew around. I wish women were like that. I wish they had a blinking light when they were happy; it would make life so much easier for men. It would seem a little strange at first - especially if the lights were on their tails - but then men wouldn't have to guess all the time. Wouldn't that be nice?