Well, I was off at the gym this morning (I am trying out all the BSCs in the neighborhood — there are four — and this morning it was the Fenway) when I get this urgent SOS from Jake. 

Seems the TV in the living room isn't working. 

Hmm. Strange, doncha think?  Just seems an odd coincidence.  I mean, a day or two after he moves in that big comfy reclining sofa with built-in cup-holders and Foreman grill, places it strategically right in front of the tube, and then, right when he's about to sink into a must-see Pats-Bills match-up... nothing. 

NOTHING???

Nothing.

Well, not exactly nothing.  There was this:


Tantalizing, innit?

Unfortunately Jake is not a "technical" guy.  Kids these days.  He wanted to know if I might have some... special insight... into the problem. 

I told him I would be sure to take a look at it one of these days when I had some time.  I just can't imagine what went wrong, but I'll have a little looksee under the hood.  I'm sure it's nothing.

Now, don't go feeling too sorry for him.  He has another, bigger, better TV in his bedroom, and another bigger, better reclining sofa in there, too, of course.  And if the living room TV wasn't on the fritz he'd have both of them on, and be wandering back and forth between them in his PJs all day, as you do on a Sunday.

Kid's these days may not be too savvy around the house, but they do have one thing going for them:  they've always got a spare.  Takes longer for karma to catch up with you that way.