500 choices and nothing appealing

My wife and I were both spent the other night. We were tired and just wanted to grab a glass of wine, maybe a beer, change into pajamas or sweats, and chill on the couch to watch a movie or show that wouldn’t tax our brains and would help us ease into the night.

I dreamed of relaxing all day. I couldn’t wait for it. My meetings seemed to drone on and on, but I told myself to hang in there. Relief would soon be here.

Liam Neeson taking care of business

Of course, when the time came, my wife searched first through Netflix. She went across one aisle and then another and another. It was like we were grocery shopping looking for that one last ingredient and were coming up empty. Nothing looked all that interesting. For a brief second, she moused over Schindler’s List. Now it’s a great movie. It won the Academy Award in 1994. But, it’s also a movie that I knew we needed to approach with the right attitude. We looked at each other. Neither of us was prepared for the emotional turmoil and tears the movie would bring.

Next my wife pulled up the movie Taken. She must have been in a Liam Neeson mood. I was fine with it, but she wanted something a little more touchy-feely. Of course, it didn’t help that I gave my best Neeson impression, repeating his famous line from the movie:

“I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom I can tell you I don’t have money, but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career.”

He continues on: “Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you, but if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you and I will kill you.”

Getting nothing but dead air

My wife shook her heard. I couldn’t tell if she was shaking her head no to my impression or the movie. The impression was really good. It had to be the movie. She zipped by the next set of movies as fast as she could. Bruce Springsteen wrote and performed the song 57 Channels And Nothin’ On. He must have had our night in mind when he came up with his song.

Coming up empty, she switched to Amazon Prime. We were twenty minutes into our search and still hadn’t found anything that really appealed to us. She scooched past a few straight-to-streaming-TV movies that would’ve probably been interesting to me if I had any chance to look at them. We still couldn’t find anything that appealed to us.

After 15 more minutes, I finally decided that I had enough of this searching game and was going to go to bed.

Some days it works that way. Of course, I couldn’t help but wonder if my wife had planned it that way. With me out of the picture, she ended up watching a bunch of CSI, NCIS, Blue Blood TV murder type shows that I would’ve never agreed to!!

I guess I lost that battle! Oh brother.