Michael stretched a measuring tape from one corner of the television to the other, then extended it a little further. “See, hon? This is what a fifty inch would look like.” “Mm-hmm,” I said without looking up from my crossword puzzle. “And this is how big a fifty-five inch would be.” Now I had to look up, before this got out of hand. “But I think that’s too big,” he continued. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think we need a new television,” I said.
This same conversation, with the same props, happened twice more before I left for my writing retreat.
The day before I was due to return he told me he bought something. A surprise. “Is this a surprise for me, or is it something both of us will use?” I asked.
“It’s for both of us,” he assured me. Which meant, “I bought something I wanted that you don’t think we need.” This was how he told me about the rice cooker. And the Vitamix. And the Kitchen-Aid. Convinced that once I used them, I would wonder how we ever lived without them. This has yet to be the case.
So the night before I was due to return home, I told the women at the writing retreat, “I think I’m going home to a new television.”
When I arrived, Michael said, “Uh-oh. You didn’t get my text message.”
“Nope. What did it say?”
“I asked if you could come home 45 minutes later,” he said.
“So do you want me to turn around and leave?” I asked. “No,” he said. “You just can’t come in the bathroom.” And with that he closed the door to the master suite.
I flopped onto the couch to watch some television. Michael came out to fetch tools from the tool box. Twice. There was a lot of loud banging. I wondered why he was putting a television together in the bathroom. To keep me from seeing it? Then it occurred to me that there is nothing to put together when one purchases a television.
An hour later, he swung the door open wide. “Ready?” he said, an eager smile on his face.
“I have to come into the bathroom to see this thing?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. I walked in and he pointed to the toilet, which now sported a new toilet seat. I stood, mouth agape. “You’re kidding me,” I said.
“Do you know what it is?” he asked me. I was stunned into silence, then laughter took over. I knew exactly what it was. I’d visited friends the previous week who had one: our toilet now doubled as a bidet. I couldn’t speak I was laughing so hard.
“So you know how it works, then?” he asked. “No, I just saw it,” I said, gasping for breath. “They don’t use it.”
“Well, it’s plugged in here,” he said, pointing to an outlet by the toilet.
“Wait–it requires a plug?”
“Yeah–the electrician just left before you got home.”
“The electrician?” I asked.
“Yeah, he had to put the outlet in.”
“Michael, we’re renting this house. And you hired an electrician. To add a new outlet. For a bidet?”
“Let me show you how it works,” he said, pointing to the wall beside the toilet. “Here’s the control panel–” I doubled over laughing. “A control panel?”
I could hardly focus. I put my hand on the counter to hold myself up. I heard Michael say, “massage” and “heated seat.” I sunk to the floor, hysterical. I could hardly breathe. “Why is this so funny?” he asked.
“Because I thought we were getting a new television.”
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Now that is funny!
I’m not sure if, “It occurred to me that there is nothing to put together when one purchases a television.” or the “Vortex” option on the control panel picture made me giggle more. Hilarious!
I don’t think I’ve ever laughed out loud so much while writing a post.
I’m still laughing! This is one of my favorites, Rebecca. It really does describe how we live as a couple and find ways to get what we want.
Your sentiment reminds me that line from My Big Fat Greek Wedding regarding the man as the head of the house, when his wife says, “The man is the head, but the woman is the neck. And she can turn the head any way she wants.”
LOVE this one! Sounds like me