You know how folks often tell "humorous" stories of their kids sticking hands or pieces of pizza or whatever in the VCR or the DVD player? We've all seen commercials based on this uproarious situation, with the electronic equipment spitting oatmeal across the room.
Yeah, I never found those funny.
So when, say, hypothetically, you discover that the CD player you've had since college, the one you bought to console yourself over the fact that you'd flunked out, the one that was a cutting-edge model for the time, the one that's located in the new house in a location that's not only not off-limits to The Boy but which is in fact quite centrally-located, has been enthusiastically stuffed with business cards and decides, in response, to give up the ghost halfway through your third decade together, what's the proper reaction?
A hint: just like between humans, a fistfight between man and machine never ends well.
Really, there are no winners in such a confrontation.
But there are definitely a pair of losers.
Farewell, old friend. Sorry we couldn't have parted on better terms.
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