Could Dave be any happier?
On Friday we bought a tv. A big one. And expensive. We also got a home security system. And a vicious dog. With big fangs from which blood drips occasionally from all the raw meat she consumes. Anyway, we financed one on a department store credit card so we now have two years to pay it all off or get hit with back interest. As fate would have it, we're also financing an eight pack of vacuum bags. I don't even want to think about what the interest on those would be if we weren't able to pay them off in 24 months. I probably should have purchased a life-time supply of them because they're the ever-elusive v-series. I've been using the same stuffed vacuum bag since we moved here because I haven't been able to find any. This has been a minor source of anxiety. I'd begun to think I had discovered the one thing Central Pennsylvania has that the big city doesn't. To mercifully end a needlessly long story, Dave and I left Major Department Store very happy for two very different reasons.
They didn't have the tv in stock so we have to wait until Monday. From the moment the words "We'll call you when it comes in" left the salesperson's lips, Dave has been acutely aware of the location of the cell phone, just in case the truck delivers it two days early. On a weekend no less. I think that hope is the only thing helping him get through the long wait.
All this buildup leads to the very important question that faces all new television owners, especially ones who don't have cable and probably also have really bad local reception: what movie do we watch first? When the question first saw the light of day, the gravity of the situation hit us like a ton of bricks and ushered in a moment of reverential silence that was broken a moment later when Dave said The Matrix. Meanwhile, I'm leaning towards Zorro the Gay Blade. Since it's the holiday season, maybe it should be White Christmas which we just purchased on DVD, widescreen no less. It's quite the conundrum.