"MIKE! GET IN HERE! QUICK!" Frankie shouted from the living room. She couldn't believe this! After a bad day at the office, she thought she was going to come home and rewind watching The Bachelor. NO! Ten minutes into her favorite program and the big tv is dead!
Mike ran into the living room at once at his wife's frantic yelling. From the way she sounded, he thought the house had caught on fire. Fire? He snorted. They wouldn't get that lucky. Have their money pit house burn to the ground so they could collect the insurance and start fresh. Luck was rarely on the Hecks side as he was about to find out.
"What is it? I thought the house was on fire." Mike said thinking his wife was exaggerating over nothing.
Frankie glared at Mike and tossed the remote at his chest which he caught on instinct.
"The tv doesn't work!"
Mike thought she was joking. He started to take the back off the remote to see if it needed new batteries.
"It's not the batteries, Mike! I already put new ones in from your secret stash! I tried unplugging then plugging the cord back in, nothing! How could this happen Mike? Tonight out of all nights! It's The Bachelor finale!" She wailed and started crying like there was no tomorrow.
Mike winced. He hated it when his wife whined. "Calm down, Frankie. There's still the tv in the bedroom and the other two in the kitchen and dining room. Take your pic."
His words caught Frankie's attention and she wiped her blotchy red eyes and tried to calm herself down. "I am going to go watch The Bachelor in our room." She said, calmly walking by her husband down the hall and to their room.
Mike sighed, trying the remote again. Nothing. He dropped the remote on their crummy coffee table and walked up to the tv and placed his hand on the top of it.
"What can I say? You held your own for a long time there. Helped this family through some of our roughest times. Rest in peace ol' gal." Mike removed his hand before adding. "One of us gets to."
THE END
