Me, Myself and I

So, my television died completely yesterday....and I found myself wandering Future Shop.

A youngish man came to help me.

So, there I am staring at LCD/high definition televisions with this guy...

Then I'm like, "Sorry, I'm a nerd, I have to look at the Consumer Reports I downloaded." I might as well have put a huge flashing sign above my head reading: "I HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT TECHNOLOGY. SCAM ON ME."

Then, I ask if I could use the phone (since I don't have a cell phone)! So, I call my sister's place and start asking my 12-year-old nephew what I should do (!!!). Then, I return to consider two different sized sets.

Then, I actually ask the guy,  "What should I do?"

And, he replys, "I think you should get the 26 inch".

And, I say, "Why? Wouldn't the bigger set be better?"

And, he says, "I have no idea, but I was looking at your face and you looked happier when you were looking at the 26 inch set."

My God, I found my pseudo-husband. If only he could come to Co-op and help me decide what to eat. Or, decipher which DVD I seem to like better.

I am so tired of going it alone.

Still, I came home and I lifted the old, damn set that weighs a ton. I hooked up the new system. I felt like a big man, complete with a bloody huge remote controller.

So, there. Screw you, World.

I'm not Bridget Jones; I'm freakin' MacGyver.

Comments

[Lilith Attack]

Touching post... what a lovely story!

That Futureshop worker deserves a prize. Perhaps a big medalian cookie!

[Polly Jones]

Thanks, LA!