The other day my Significant Other, Jen-Chi, went to the store.
As she left she said something like, "Peanut butter and apples, right?"
"Right."
She hopped in her truck and took off. (She has a small Ford truck she actually loves.)
About an hour passed and the phone rang.
"I'm at the store"
"Are you almost finished?"
"Well, I haven't bought any groceries yet."
"Huh?"
"I bought a television set."
"Oh."
Well, this made some sense because she has a little room where she keeps her computer and exercise bicycle. There's an antique TV set there and she watches fuzzy pictures while she peddles away.
So, I said, "Oh, good. What kind did you get?"
"Plasma"
"Oh, plasma." I sat down. "What size?"
" Forty-two inches."
"We must have a bad connection, it sounded like you said forty-two inches."
"Yes, forty-two inch plasma TV. For my computer room, you know."
"Oh."
"The man said it's the easiest one to hook up so I'm bringing it home in my truck.
"Oh."
In about 20 minutes, the phone rang again. It was a lady from the Discover Card company. She wondered if I knew there had been an unusually large charge made to my card recently. She said, "It says it's a television set."
"Oh."
I was amazed and in admiration. It really impressed me that this company had spotted that transaction, that soon. I think it says a lot for the Discover Card people but I certainly was glad that Jen-Chi had called first. Otherwise I suppose I would have assumed that she had lost her card and someone picked it up and bought a television set. Especially when I found out it was a forty-two inch plasma TV set. What kind of a person would do that? Certainly not Jen-Chi. She went to buy peanut butter and apples.
When the set arrived home it still needed to be taken from the truck, uncrated and set up. The outside of the box had instructions on how to open it. Nowhere did it even hint that I should move my foot from under where the box would land when offloaded. Nowhere did it say that if you don't observe that caution your big toe will hurt like hell and you will limp for a couple of days. I figured that part out myself. The hard way.
The next job was to attempt to get the thing running. A couple of hours after various hookups we could see enough to know that at least the set worked and does display a beautiful picture. However, it only gets one station and that's a Spanish language channel. But is it a great picture? Si, si.
So, this afternoon the Cable Guy will arrive (probably) and straighten out everything I messed up.
I doubt he will do much about the toe. Maybe the peanut butter will help.