Karen has a new CD player.
That's fine. Nothing unusual about that, right? Unless maybe it was different in some way. Like, instead of it being black or silver or another normal CD player color it was...I don't know...bright lime green?
"But that's fine,' you're saying. "Things nowadays come in different colors. The only way it would be really weird would be if it were a two-foot-long "to scale" model of Claire Fisher's hearse from the popular drama "Six Feet Under," outfitted with eerie blue headlights and blasting Ewan MacGregor's voice from the back end, where one would normally encounter the bodies of deceased persons.
"Well what a coincidence!" say I. That was the very thing I walked in on and was staring at for upward of half an hour before I figured out what the hell it was. I arrived to find it parked there, next to the fruit bowl, with a license plate that said HBO."
"Well that is indeed bizarre!" say you.
"I'm so glad we're in agreement," I chuckle. "Come. Let's take tea and biscuits in the drawing room, for it is nearing supper and perhaps a light snack will lessen the blow of my mother's culinary efforts."