I'm getting really tired of being zapped in the winter months. The combination of extremely dry weather and static-generating fabrics is leading me to develop a Pavlovian fear of touching things.
Yesterday, while visiting the Seoul Bike Show with some friends, was a particularly bad static day. The carpet on the floor of the convention center was acting as a veritable Van der Graaf generator . Add in a bunch of metal bike frames acting as potential earthing points and hey, presto! - a recipe for more shocks than a Korean election campaign.
This never used to happen to me in Ireland. The damper climate, perhaps? But since moving here, it's become a perennial problem for me. Doors, escalators, shop counters, even once while kissing my then-girlfriend hello (actually, that last one was kinda cool- a genuine literal spark in the relationship - so strike it from the list).
I'm at a loss to figure out a solution. Maybe I should get one of those anti-static strips they stick on the bottom of expensive cars. Any readers 'suggestions' as to just where I can shove a lightning rod will be met with an appropriate degree of disdain.
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