Just Turn It Off...

Recently, I visited a local sports-bar sort of restaurant and was appalled to find, upon a trip to the restroom, a television. Repeat: a television in the restroom.

This sort of restaurant isn't really my "thing" and this is largely why. This is a restaurant whose most prominent features were televisions. In fact, there were on the order of a dozen televisions in every direction. There was not a direction one could look that did not feature sporting events and the people of love them.

I'm not naive. I understand that proliferation of screens and channels is not considered a determent to the establishment but a benefit in the eyes of others but a television... in the restroom? Seriously? Seriously, people.

Is there anything human being can do anymore with a damned television? While one "does as nature intends" one may be kept abreast of the oh... 45 seconds or so of T.V. one would otherwise have sacrificed. Dammit! Are my pills wearing off?

I don't dislike sports and my frustration doesn't really have anything to do with programming choices. It's more the simple and ridiculous truth that the damned "boob tube" has become so ubiquitous that we won't leave long enough to urinate or wash our hands! Very little, ladies and gentleman, is that important.