A New TV

Randy joked that he’d sell the TV to Rob for $60 to save us from moving the damn thing downstairs.

It slipped from my hands inches from the top stair. Nothing broke. Rob took most of it, after complaining that he should be on the bottom because of his hip. I tried to lighten the load as much as I could. Cliff watched. Randy had the cast on his leg.

At the bottom of the stairs Rob immodestly wondered whether it weighed 300 lbs. We all told him no.

Randy had to take the top board of the entertainment unit off to fit the new TV. The new TV was larger than the cabinet.

The old TV came out. It still worked fine. Randy said he’d sell it to Rob for $20 if he wanted it. Rob had expressed no interest in the larger TV (he had one the exact same size) but began to inspect the smaller one. At last he discovered it didn’t have the kind of connection that he wanted. Cliff found an old Tarzan VHS. “What are you doing with this?” — “Taking it to the recycling.” — “Until then, let me borrow it.”

The TV wouldn’t fit in the unit.

“Forget about it,” Randy said.

We put the television on the floor.

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