Me: Good grief, it’s just one thing after another.
T: No kidding. Today the plumber spills toxic chemicals all over our kitchen floor, yesterday it was the sound on the TV going wonky.
Me: Before that my Kindle died.
T: Before that the ice maker in our fridge died.
Me: Before that our internet ran at a glacial pace for several days.
T: And it’s searing hot. And there’s no rain.
Me: I got a new vinyl record and it keeps sticking. CDs eventually wear out. Also, the drawer of my CD player keeps sticking.
T: Your life is suffering. But you know, everything wears out.
Me: Nothing works. [pause] Well, there’s one thing I can count on.
T: What’s that?
Me: Books. They always work. No internet, they still work. No electricity, they still work. Drop them in the bathtub and they get a little wonky, but you can still read them. The books on my shelf — in a hundred years, in two hundred years, they’ll still be readable. The only thing you can really count on in this vale of tears is books.