Much Ado About Something

A couple of days ago I was forced to be part of an audience watching two people shout at one another as each wanted to watch television at the same time. Watching them snarl abuses at each other made us (the audience) wonder which team was gonna win. As our heads moved – from Team A to Team B we kept score. Fifteen – Thirty Thirty - All Forty – Thirty Deuce Advantage A Deuce Advantage B Deuce This went on for a while until one of the players decided to throw the remote to the farthest corner (I’m pretty sure I could hear the poor remote squeal “why me?") The rest of the spectators were left wondering as to who really won. We had heard the two teams go at it hammer and tongs hurling insults galore and once the words were out, well that was it … Who won? Does television mean so much to us that we have lost it completely for a quick fix that some meaningless cinema provides us with? So this time me lovelies I ain’t gonna chat with you about the nice programs