TV on soap
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TV on soap!
TV on soap!

I'm ready to put up with the car alarm, heart-rendingly screaming at night under my window. I can forgive the owners of countless tape recorders and receivers, thanks to which I know all the band's masterpieces by heart"

When I first heard about the existence of a telekiller, I jumped so that the rats quickly collected their belongings and left the basement of our house forever. The promising nickname turned out to be a hype. Do not believe in telekillers - these are fairy tales! Only if someday a computer virus makes its way to television will it be called that. Then there will be a holiday on my street! In the meantime, I live in anticipation of the Day of Judgment. True, a couple of times I sneaked to a monster - a TV set with a jackhammer in my hands, but I was always caught at the scene of an uncommitted crime.

Exactly at six o'clock in the evening, my sister finishes sorting things out with her boyfriend, hangs up and runs to the TV to watch how two lovers find out for a week which one of them is the most dazed person, without yielding this privilege to the other. In no way, the poor, will not understand that they are simply both worthy to be unworthy of each other, and therefore a wonderful couple. Mom comes at seven. Hearing the callsigns of her favorite TV series, she throws a cat screaming with hunger in the kitchen, runs away from her equally hungry husband, and sits down to watch the fat, sleek Rex again and again steal and eat the sandwiches that make up the entire lunch of the little dystrophic policeman. After that, American serials begin. Sitting comfortably in front of the TV, my mother and sister watch the whole evening as young beautiful rich men, to the sound of the ocean surf, make love on luxurious beaches, and in their free time they get drunk in bars, complain about life to everyone they meet and cross, and at night, thievingly looking around on the sides, they hang announcements on the posts: I am looking for adventure on my head (fortunately, maniacs and murderers have not yet died out in the States).

By ten o'clock, dad's patience is exhausted, and he drives women away from the screen. What he watches besides the news, my sister and I probably will never know, because as soon as we appear in the room, he immediately switches the TV to a safe channel. But that's not scary yet! It was much worse a month ago, when in our house there were two incessantly screaming monsters, one large, and still alive, in the living room, and one small, in the kitchen. I came home from work all angry and hungry, and, naturally, wanted to eat a little while our friendly family settled down comfortably in the kitchen for the daily rite of tea drinking. The little monster got to work. Soap operas replaced one another, the hair on my head stood on end, and my stomach got used to working in the most extreme conditions. Because the pictures of the suddenly sick characters of the series conjured up the terrible virus from the movie "Mission Impossible-2", and listening to the discussion of Scully with Mulder about the degree of dismemberment of corpses will kill the most brutal appetite.

Once the little monster got mad and began to turn on and off at will. When he frightened my mother for the second time so that she brought down the cupboard with the utensils that had managed to survive the previous fall, a family council was assembled. After a lengthy meeting, accompanied by a new switch on the TV and the fall of the cabinet with pots, it was decided to pull out the plug of the little monster. In the name of saving the family porcelain, the sentence was immediately carried out. Now I am hiding in the kitchen - this is the only place in our apartment where the roar of the big monster is not heard. Sitting in blissful silence, broken only by the faint sounds of the neighbor's TV behind the wall, I count the days and hours allotted by fate to the monster that has occupied our living room. I think that the TV is still very old, and it is unlikely that it will last long with such treatment.

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