Recently the day that my wife had long been predicting finally arrived -- sort of.
"Come quick!" she beamed. "Our TV's gonna explode!"
You see, somewhere -- perhaps in a beauty parlor with her nose stuffed in a gossip magazine and her head being zapped by a hair dryer -- she had read just that thing. Old TV sets sometimes explode.
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