A Mommy Story

Like many people, I love a good Black Friday sale. Last year, Aaron was the Black Friday king, making it to 5 stores (all with different opening times) and scoring everything on our list.

This year the deals weren’t as appealing to us, but there was one item we had our eyes on: a new TV. There was nothing wrong with our old TV – it was a 32″ CRT model (the ones with the big tubes in them that weren’t flat, for you young’ins out there) and worked perfectly well. Except that any movie in widescreen was exceptionally small on the screen, and even though we have a lovely Blu-Ray player, the TV didn’t display it in that crystal-clear precision it’s known for.

So Aaron and I agreed that a new TV would be our Christmas gift to each other this year. After all, I have a steady, as-secure-as-you-can-be-in-this-economy job, and Aaron is working at the moment as well. We have saved a little money, and it seemed like the perfect splurge, seeing how we’ve been drooling over those shiny, new flat panel HD TVs for some time now.

While we like the rush of the Black Friday excitement, I knew TVs were going to be the hot item this year, and I wasn’t so thrilled with the prospect of camping out all day at a store to be one of the 5 people to get one at a good price. But then my friend Jenna shared on Facebook that Sears would have an excellent TV on sale for an incredible price the Sunday before Black Friday.

We waited for Sunday. And then I searched TVs on the Sears website and found it. It was an incredible deal: 46″ Sony LED TV for nearly half the retail price. Perfect. (BTW, thank you for the tip, Jenna!)

Instead of waiting in line for hours, we simply walked into the store, explained which TV we wanted, and walked out 15 minutes later with our TV. No Black Friday sale could match that.

We planned to set it up Friday night. I carefully cleaned around the TV stand, preparing the space for the new TV and dusting off the old one. “What should we do with this old TV?” Aaron asked.

“Let’s just offer it up on Facebook,” I suggested. “I’m sure one of our friends could use a TV. We’ll just put it in a corner until someone can come get it.”

Here’s the dramatic part of the story, though. You see, unlike these beautiful new flat panel TVs, the old-style televisions with their tubes and lack of flatness aren’t exactly lightweight. Actually, they’re about as heavy as large granite boulders, and roughly as easy to carry. I knew our 32″ TV was heavy, and I was already dreading trying to lift it.

Aaron stood on one side and I stood on the other. We got our hands under it and slid it a little to the edge of the stand. I was already trying to prepare myself for the weight, telling myself it was only a few shuffle-steps to get it across the room and set it down. Aaron asked if I was ready, and I nodded, pulling up on the TV with all of my strength.

We had just cleared the TV stand when I became certain this was a bad idea.

“I can’t hold it! I’m losing it!” I cried as my fingers started to slip. I tried to get my knee under it to help prop it up, forgetting that it weighed two tons and my knee was just as incapable of supporting two tons as my hands were. At that point I pulled my knee back up and tried to just get it gently down to the ground. But then my fingers lost their grip entirely.

I then learned that TV cases aren’t made nearly as well as I had hoped.

The case shattered into about a million pieces as it hit the ground. Aaron began a long string of cursing while I held my fingers – now missing a few layers of skin – and apologized that I wasn’t strong enough to hold it.

So much for giving it away on Facebook.

But then we had a new problem. Any movement caused more of the case to crack off, and with the case half shattered, it was now impossible for anyone to lift. And with sharp plastic shards everywhere, it couldn’t stay in the living room for the kids to find.

I suggested we slide it out to the garage. Aaron found a large piece of cardboard and we carefully slid the broken TV onto it. We slid it across the carpet about 5 feet before the TV shifted and tipped over, with a loud crackle of more splintering plastic, followed by more cursing from Aaron.

It was obvious that the case was only getting in the way, so Aaron took out some frustration by ripping off the remainder of the case from around the metal and glass parts of the TV and breaking the wires and circuit board to make it easier to transport. At that point we were able to successfully drag/scoot/slide it to the garage.

Now we have a useless, broken TV in our garage. But hey, the flat panel TV was a breeze to set up!

Anyone want a TV we’ll describe as “needs work”?