Cows on the Hill

The TV went a long time ago. It hasn't been missed, and it won't be. Still, there are times when its absence makes itself known.

You know that commercial, Eileen asked. The one with the cows going down the hill?

Everyone at the table nodded knowingly with broad smiles of recognition on their faces. They all chuckled out loud. I sat there quietly waiting for Eileen to continue. It wasn't important that I didn't have the faintest idea what she was talking about. She would make her point soon enough.

Well Audrey just loves cows, and when that commercial comes on she lights up and gets all excited.

The moms and dads all knew what she was talking about. And of course, I did, too. Or rather I did and I didn't.

I could imagine her reaction, but I didn't know the commercial, and so my brain was briefly sidetracked inventing imagery of cows skiing downhill, mooing? colliding? swishing to a graceful stop at the bottom? By the time I came back to the conversation, it had moved on to bread and butter or spilled Sprite or coloring inside the lines or other such things.

And although the TV was briefly missed, it was only a flash, and it frankly wasn't missed for long.

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