TV Wars

It's back to the country house for a week with the famiy. We have no internet there.

Last time we went on a Friday and Poo was in a big hurry to get there. I was tired and wanted to stop at a hotel and finish the drive in the morning. "No! we have to go tonight!" she insisted.

"What's the big hurry?" I asked.

"You will see when you get there."

It got dark, and I hate driving after dark, and of course, we had to wait ten minutes on the road while an elephant was in our way. I wanted to speed past him but Poo insisted that we wait.

"He's just eating," she said.

"An elephant eats 200 kilos a day; we could be here all night!" I hollered.

Finally, another truck sped past us and the elephant, so I just revved the engine and drove past the big guy. He started at us, but luckily for us it wasn't the really big elephant with a broken tusk. He's the one that gets really angry and actually attacks vehicles.

Finally, after we got home, Poo servd me a beer and said, "so, do you see your suprise?" I looked around the house.

"No," it looked the same.

"Look carefully!" she said.

I looked around some more. "I don't see it, what is it?" I demanded.

She pointed up th wall. There was a TV cable. She had bought a new satellite dish and a fancy UBC package.

"WHAT???" I screamed. "You bought me TELEVISION???? I HATE TELEVISION!!!!"

"But you like to watch Arsenal!" she protested.

"GET IT OUT!" I scremed. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TALK TO ME??? You should have put it in YOUR house, not MY house!"

The next morning, she had the cable guys there moving the dish to her house.

Afterards, I felt bad for screaming at her, so I bought her a nice 42" plasma TV.

Tonight, I'm looking forward to a quadruple-header: first three soccer games, then the rugby, which I will be watching in HER house.