I’m Just a Console

I will soon be moving to a smaller place, and as a result, need to get rid of a bunch of stuff. One of these items is a late 1980’s console TV.

I was using it until last Christmas, when CF bought me a flat-screen TV. He complained he could never see the scores watching sports on my fossil TV. I wasn’t going to say no to a brand-new television, so the console ended up in the pantry.

It worked very well as a table to place my recycling bins on. However, it’s now time to say goodbye, since I have no room for another piece of furniture.

I’m having a hard time parting with it because there is nothing wrong with the TV. It’s in great condition, it’s just older than dirt, and no one wants it.

I called TV repair shops and they said no. Goodwill won’t accept televisions. I could put it on Craigslist but fear a serial killer will slaughter me so I’ll pass.

I’m disgusted at the thought of tossing it in a landfill when it works perfectly. It’s so wasteful but I don’t know what else to do with it.

I know this sounds weird, but I kind of feel sorry for it. I feel like I’m tossing aside a member of my extended family. I remember when my parents bought the TV, which was state of the art at the time.

I would spend endless hours watching music videos, dancing and singing along. My Dad would smoke cigars in the recliner and watch sports, as I would crawl on the floor gasping for fresh air.

Awww, those were the days, and now I have to say goodbye to my old friend. It’s been a great ride, buddy. Rest in peace in console TV heaven.