The Debate

Edna turned on the TV, poured two glasses of wine, and summoned Ed. It was about to begin.

Ed grabbed his glass, took one look at the TV, and protested. “What’s this? The basketball game is about to start.”

Edna remained calm but assertive. “We need to watch the presidential debate. We have to stay informed.”

Ed grunted his displeasure but plopped in the chair.

The candidates came out firing. They took cheap shots at one another, bickered like spoiled children, avoided substantive questions, and criticized the panel.

After fifteen minutes, Edna had an idea.  “Ed, let’s watch some basketball!”