My TV is bigger than yours

On Monday I had to undergo the much dreaded dental procedure--a root canal. I've survived 6 days of constant pain, a swollen face, and one ridiculously sensitive tooth; not to mention frustratingly meager eating abilities. And for someone who's main food vice is a bag of Tim's chips, this week has been absolute hell. When you factor in my extremely low pain threshold, coupled with the fact that I'm prone to whining, you can imagine how bad its been (for me and everyone around me).
But I decided to make things better. Not through medicine or a positive outlook on life. Nay. Instead, I decided to ease my pain with purchasing power. Yesterday, I drove up to the Starbuck's of electronics, Circuit City. Actually, Best Buy is probably the biggest electronics super store prostitute, but I digress. Long story short, I bought a nice, new 42" Samsung Plasma TV. Not on a whim, my young naysayers. This purchase has a history. Let me take you back to Black Friday, 2007. My friend, Ben (the one I often slaughter in RBI baseball) and I were willing participants in the stupidest post-Thanksgiving tradition ever invented--shopping. Let me preface this by saying I was fully aware of the need to arrive as early as possible--my friend Ben was not. He mistakenly theorized that the crowds would be gone by mid-day and that we'd have no problem finding the TV I wanted. Needless to say, by the time we got there, the TV I'd envisioned in my living room was sold out. I had been ready to make a $1300 commitment, but the TV of my dreams was gone. I was crushed.

Which brings me back to yesterday. Ultimately, I need to thank my friend Ben. Because of his shopping ineptitude, I was able to get an even better TV for about $400 less. Also, thanks to Ben, I can now gloat that "My TV is bigger than yours". Ah, gluttony. My tooth feels better already.