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.
Touching post... what a lovely story!
That Futureshop worker deserves a prize. Perhaps a big medalian cookie!
Posted by: Lilith Attack | November 28, 2007 at 12:37 PM
Thanks, LA!
Posted by: Polly Jones | December 01, 2007 at 06:17 PM