Things Aren't Made Like They Use To Be

Last night, we sat down to watch some TV. Michael switched it on, to only have it shut right off. It kept going off and on as if someone was playing with us. We figured it was the ghost. We have yet to see the ghost, but we know he or she is here. We lose things all the time. What other explanation could there be.
This morning, I switched on the TV only to find that it now stayed on, but had no picture. And shortly thereafter there was an intense smell of burning plastic. Off it went.
Mind you this TV is only 9 years old. It was one of the first things we bought together as a couple. It was dear to us for just that reason. Unlike in years gone by, we can’t go buy new parts and fix it. It is now destined for the dump. How sad. Not only because it was kind of sentimental to us, but because the manufacterer made it disposable. So now, one more TV lands in the dump that could have otherwise been fixed.