TV

She switched on the television.
What is this nonsense?
She pointed the remote at the screen, pressing the button for the next channel. That was also nonsense.
She pressed and pressed the button.
A million channels later and she still hadn't found anything worth watching. It was all pointless, soul-destroying visual heroin.
She lifted up the television set, which was still plugged in, and threw it out of the open window. It hit the concrete below and stopped showing its images.
The gesture would have been more dramatic if she weren't just on the ground floor, but she felt she had made her point.