A Short Conversation with My TV by Paul Bacon
The phone rang while I was watching a rented movie, so I hit "Pause" on my remote control. With big green letters in the upper left corner, the TV said, STOP. I must have hit the wrong button, I told myself, then got up and took the call. A moment later, I returned to my perch and hit "Play" on the remote. STOP, said the TV. I hit "Play" again. STOP, it said again. Once more: "Play." I SAID STOP IT! I turned off the television, then turned it on again, but that didn't help. I'M NOT A COMPUTER, said the TV, now displaying only green letters. The rest of the screen was blank. I hit "Play" again. HEY, NO MORE THAN FOUR HOURS A DAY...HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU? I straightened my arm and angrily thumbed into the keypad, 9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9. If there'd been an exclamation point button, I'd have used it at the end. DON'T GET THAT WAY WITH ME...YOU WANT ME TO EAT THIS RENTED VIDEO? 1 - FOR YES, 2 - FOR NO. "2," I replied. I DIDN'T THINK SO...YOU'VE GOT FIVE MINUTES LEFT, THEN GET YOUR ASS TO WORK. I finished my daily viewing, then fell asleep.
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