Why does everyone on TV have to yell at me? I swear, lately, I have the damn thing on mute more than I don’t. I’m not watching your news show, no matter how high you raise your eyebrows. I’m not buying your food if you act like when I get to your restaurant, you’ll shove it down my throat as hard as you can. And I wili certainly NEVER buy a car from you, if you accompany your screaming with two foot high flashing block letters and a blaring alarm.
Someday soon, I’m going to throw the remote right through the TV, and while my husband will outwardly be annoyed by this, he’ll secretly be pleased that I won’t be frantically clamoring for it every three minutes.
Posted on Saturday June 27th
