PROMPTS CHEESY RETORT
We got a snazzy new TV and accessories for Christmas. My Beloved and daughter worked with the delivery people to set it all up. Because I am Madame Untechie, I had never so much as turned it on over the holidays. Guess what? Today's TV's are more complicated than a nuclear power station's operational protocol. Finally, yesterday, I tried to turn it on, with our daughter's help.
The opening screen looked something like this:
"Hmm. That looks like the inside of a piano," I ventured.
"What did you THINK it was, a HAMBURGER?" our 11-year-old retorted.
Yes, eventually, I stopped laughing and got the thing turned on. That kid's cheekiness is . . . a whopper.
