Thursday, May 20, 2004

One man's trash is another man's treasure...

I found a 32 in Toshiba television near the dumpster in my apartment complex today. I was merely checking my snail mail. And there it was sitting idly at the opening to the trash compactor. I stopped...looked to my left...then my right...and behind me. No one was around. I kneeled to inspect my find. "A little dusty," I thought.

I would have left it there had I not discovered a Hoover vacuum cleaner (just needed to change the disgusting bag filled with cat fur/feces), two pewter adjustable table lamps with shades that coincidentally matched my decor), and a vegetable rack (which fits perfectly in my closet holding socks, underwear, and ties) all within the past eight months.

So I squatted and lifted with my legs. I carried the TV up three flights of stairs to my domicile. I only took one break (it must be the new work out regimen). The whole time I was thinking of how I could toss the entire set off of my balcony onto the parking lot if the television set did NOT work!

Whew!!! I made it. I plugged it in, pushed power, and got the usual Poltergeist-esque snow screen. I hooked it up to my cable. Ta da!!! Clear picture...almost...there are 3-4 horizontal lines which change intermittently across the top 1/4 of the screen. Hey, I can ignore that! So I connected the television up to all of the other accessory equipment in my living room and moved my 20 in into my bedroom.

Perfecto!

3 comments:

Mike (AKA Prime) said...

Dayum, you don't have that happen every day.

Anonymous said...

Life is funny like that sometime... One person's trash is another person's treasure...

Blkpoetx said...

Wassup mane... how are you doing? This the Poet from Austin, Texas... do you.. remember me?