I was so ready to be green in my hunt for a TV. First I staked out Freecycle, pressing the update button like a rat pressing the food button. When a TV popped up, I dispatched an email to the owner. “Sorry,” came the reply. “I already promised it to someone else.” What? I just checked the board five minutes ago. My god.
So then I went to craigslist, looking for a TV that would fit into my pretty antique china cabinet. Bingo, 25″ TV for $25. I emailed the guy, and got a reply right away with the address. And a voicemail. “Uhhh, this is Mark.” Pause. “So, I got your message blah blah blah blah, write me back, blah blah blah, or I might shoot myself.” Ok, he didn’t say that, but he sounded like the most depressed person in the world!
Luckily I didn’t have to meet him. He said he would leave the TV downstairs with his doorman. I convinced Dinah to drive me over to the Upper East Side in her car to pick it up. There it was, a massive TV from I would guess 1985. The doorman wheeled it out on a luggage cart, and struggled to put it in Dinah’s trunk.
“Hmm,” he said. “Where’s the remote?”
“Where is the remote?” I said, searching the luggage cart. No remote? Seriously?
I gave the doorman the check, which I should not have done. “Dinah!” I cried as I climbed back into the car. “What the F am I going to do with it?”
“I don’t know! I’m not helping you carry it upstairs.” We drove back over to the Upper West Side, hauled the TV out to the curb, glanced around to see if anyone was looking, and scurried away. There was just no way. I had visions of smashing my pretty little china cabinet to pieces trying to wrestle that ugly behemoth into it. I would have paid $25 not to deal with that stupid thing.
I went out later that day to Best Buy and bought a brand new 19 inch Toshiba. I could carry it home easily on the subway. It’s in my room now, looking shiny and fitting nicely into my cabinet. Technology wins this time, sorry environment.