Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Option 2

I loathe commercials on television. It's no wonder when I was at her apartment, just watching television, that I instinctively grabbed the remote and established a backup channel. We were watching this show about enormous catfish and the possibility of this particular species to be considered "man-eaters." I let one commercial break lapse and started up a conversation with her, but couldn't endure another 2 minutes (read, eternity). After another segment on these ginormous creatures, I looked to her to make a move for the remote. Surely, she'd want to watch reruns of "Friends." Right? After 3 seconds of a Saturn commercial, I snatched the remote and set up the Yankees game as option 2. I didn't bother to ask permission. I just flipped it to the Yes Network and didn't think twice. I didn't even have to watch the Yankees, I just couldn't stand to watch another commercial. She just gave me this look and smiled as she reclaimed control of the remote, making it clear that we were not in my man-crib and she'd be the one making the television choices. I returned her gaze with a quizzical look of my own. Doesn't everybody hate commercials? Doesn't every person think that commercials are the bane of his/her existence? I don't regret imposing my will and taking action. I would do it again if I had to.

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