Jim, a 20-something man who’d almost forgotten the anniversary, managed to grab a beautiful necklace, and a VCR of a tv show that he’d never heard of that he thought Sharon would like. She was into those old, classic shows, hopefully she’d like it.
"Hey I'm back!" Jim yells up the stairs as he enters his girlfriend, Sharon, house. "Also I got your gift!"
"I'm coming!" She yelled back as she walked downstairs to see Jim holding a beautiful diamond necklace, odd since he never managed to actually get a good gift. "Oh Jim, it's gorgeous."
"I thought you'd like it." He smirks, Sharon not being vain, but still a pushover for jewelry.
"What's this?" Sharon asks as she holds up the tape.
"I-. Don't know." Jim admits while looking at the seemingly ancient VCR tape. " I grabbed it at the store, I know you like old shows and grabbed it. Do we even have a VCR player?"
"Yes." Sharon responds as she tries on her necklace, while Jim left to the next room to pop the tape in.
"Huh?" Sharon asks as she walks into the next room, Jim having left somewhere and the television on. "Whats this?"
The screen showed a girl, similar in looks to Sharon, but obviously very stupid. The woman's eyes were completely vacuous, almost no intelligence seems in her brain as Sharon, her attention caught by the similar looking girl, watched as she takes a seat.
"I guess I have nothing better to do." Sharon declares to herself as she watches the show intently.
The woman onscreen fumbled around clumsily as a narrator told her what to do. First, to walk to the telephone and answer, next to open a door, and finally to count to ten. The first going as you would expect as the woman had no idea how to effectively walk, let alone answer a phone.
Sharon giggled at this, finding some kind of enjoyment out of the dim girl's suffering. "I feel bad for laughing but... It's just a show, right?"
After a few moments the girl miraculously answered, the narrator congratulating her as her eyes shone. Then ordering the woman to open the front door, as a knock had been heard on it.
"Just twist the knob, why are you so dumb!" Sharon says intensely, getting wrapped up in the show as its metaphorical claws dug into her. "You just... Twist the thingy? And then, uh. Pull it?"
Sharon took a second to think about this, she suddenly felt dizzy, her head almost spinning while she scratched her head wondering aloud "What's goin' on? Head feels all itchy."
Soon the woman on the show opened the door, casually chatting with the man who asked for a cup of sugar.
"Nah." The woman replied dumbly as her slightly dull eyes stared openly into the man. "I don't have any."
"Okay." He responds, the audience laughing wildly as if someone had told a hilarious joke,
"I- what?" Sharon asks herself while growing angry. "That wasn't funny, all she did was answer back! Even if she just said a bad pun or something it would've worked."
"Are you sure?" The man asks again as the woman suddenly responded back.
"Yes, neighbor, Im sure you know my kitchen better than me." She replies back, slight sexist undertones in the humor while the audience laughs.
"Wha?" Shark asks aloud, her eyelids drooping lazily. "She jus', that's. uhh... The thing that means women are less then... Uhh...."
"Well I could show you around MY kitchen, of you ever need a cup of sugar." The man flirts, getting a girlish giggle in response while the audience ooed at the turn of events.
"But... I don't get it." She murmured slowly as her jaw slacked a bit, drool seeping out slowly. "What does he mean?"
Sharon's eyes seems dimmer while the woman's looked brighter, the former who's head was becoming increasingly cloudy with ignorance as she stared at the television. Her commentary becoming much less witty as time went on and just pretended to herself to understand the humor.
Finally was the count to ten, Sharon who felt the need to count along, as if to prove her intelligence to herself.
"1. 2. Three. Four." The woman on screen starts while Sharon stares, at first keeping up but then slowing down.
"Five. Six, uhhhh. Seven.... Uhhh.., eight?" Sharon drones out while her head emptied out, her brain simplifying as her knowledge was almost completely gone. "N-n-nine. Uhhh.... The last one."
The woman onscreen now seemed brimming with brainpower, a housewife who's potential was squandered by society, as Sharon sat with her back slumping, Jaw slacking, and eyes half open.