Night Shift Signal

I hopped off the night bus and climbed right onto the dark walnut side table for evening inspection! Right beside the glow of the table lamp, an unbent paperclip was sticking out over the polished rim like an unauthorized flagpole! Communication tower engineer taking charge! I stomped my boots forward, grabbed the slender metal wire with both hands, and gave it an energetic wiggle to test its strength. It needed an official high-visibility warning beacon! Spotting a shiny yellow plastic bead resting in an open glass dish, I hoisted the tiny bead up with an enthusiastic squeak and slid its hollow core straight over the pointed wire tip. Snap! The bright yellow beacon locked firmly onto the metal post. I smoothed my striped dress, planted my yellow hands squarely on my hips, and giggled with pride!