Joe's mom is in town, visiting for the weekend. A few weeks ago, before she arrived, she insisted that we get our TV fixed. (Remember, we were only getting Telemundo for some reason. Ai que que!) The reason that we had to get the TV fixed was because she has to watch her "program" every night, the program being "Law and Order." This was very important, she emphasized several times. She MUST watch her program. Or else she'll DIE. So my last post-call day, Cal and I stayed in all morning to wait for the cable repair guy to show up. "There's better be a freaking 'Law and Order' marathon on next weekend, to make this worth it," I told Joe. The real question is, if we didn't get the TV fixed, would she have come this weekend at all? And do I really want to know the answer to that question?
Out in the living room just now:
(Pointing at the TV.)
See Cal, that man's the police captain. And that other guy's name is "Munch."
(In the computer room)
You're watching a show with a character named "Munch?"
Yes. Detective John Munch.
Are you sure you're not watching the porno network?
We get a lot more channels now that we got our cable fixed.