By Grant McGee
Do you yell at the TV? Well, I’m not allowed to do that anymore at The Stucco Hacienda.
It’s not a law or anything, it’s a courtesy to The Lady of the House.
It all came out in a conversation the other day.
“Now I’m going to watch this new TV show and you’re not allowed to yell at it while it’s on,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You ruined ‘Once Upon a Time’ for me, yelling at the evil queen all the time.”
This is a TV show with the “Snow White” tale at its center. The evil queen has no redeemable qualities whatsoever.
“The evil queen has no redeemable qualities whatsoever,” I said. “And she won’t change or be sincerely nice.”
“It is a television show,” The Lady of the House said, enunciating every word to make a point.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t know I ruined it for you.”
I came to yelling at the TV quite naturally. My dad used to do it. A lot.
Like the time during the Vietnam War years that Daniel Ellsberg was in the news for releasing classified stuff to “The New York Times.”
“THAT MAN SHOULD BE CASTRATED!” my father yelled at the TV.
Years later this would arouse the curiosity of The Lady of the House.
“Not hanged, not put in the gas chamber, not executed by firing squad, but castrated,” said The Lady of the House. “What’s with that?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I was a kid; I didn’t think to ask him.”
I’m not blaming my dad for my behavior, I’m just saying I know the roots of the issuea nd it’s up to me to change.
Yeah, I reckon it’s time to stop yelling at the TV.
It might help lower my blood pressure.
But I’ve been doing it so long; it’s probably going to take a lot of work.
GrantMcGee is a long-time broadcaster and former truck driver who rides bicycles andlikes to talk about his many adventures on the road of life. Contact him at: firstname.lastname@example.org.