A young woman visits her grandmother, deflated.
“Everyone is getting married – I need to find The One” said the young woman.
“Describe your perfect man” said the grandmother.
“The man I marry must be a shining light against company. He must be musical. Tell jokes. Sing. And stay home at night!” she reeled off.
“Honey,” said grandma, “If that’s all you want, get a TV!”