the big tv
May 11, 2009
I like television as much as the next guy. Which is to say, I have about 3 shows I like to watch, and besides those shows, I have a TV so that I can watch movies. Cuz I like movies.
So when Kim’s parents were getting rid of some stuff, and their gigantic 60 something inch TV was on the block, I said “sweet, just let me borrow a truck.” I had never had a TV so big I couldn’t fit it into my car.
Kim wasn’t so excited. “I don’t want a big TV” she said. “People will think we’re TV idiots.”
“Who, besides your family and our 3 friends, will ever come into our house and even see this?” I said.
She relented. And the weekend after we put a TV as big as a horse in our family room, Kim’s Masters Thesis advisor, whom Kim hadn’t seen in years, came to visit.
We settled into the couch in the family room to catch up, and Cecilia took one look at the enormous screen and said “So, you guys like TV.”
Kim shot me a look of such venom I should have reacted like Will Smith in the tub with the Box Jellyfish in Seven Pounds. Except her look also said in very clear words that only I could hear, “TELL THEM THE TV WAS YOUR IDEA! Tell her YOU’RE the middle class eyes-glazed-over-brain-turned-off idiot!”
How awesome is that? We finally get, for free, a TV as big as a car (well, a Smart Car), and the very next weekend, the ONE person in the whole world (including me) Kim wants desperately to think highly of her, walks into the house and immediately assumes we spend our days and nights watching Survivor and American Idol.
Kim may have to go back and get her PhD to re-establish credibility.