In my early college years, my roommate Chase and I lived in a small dorm room. In an attempt to create more space, we bought a bunch of 2x4s and nails at the local Handy Dan, and we built frames that raised our beds about six feet off the floor.
I have no idea where we got the circular saw or the hammer we used, but we worked for hours building those bed frames, and we used concrete nails to fasten them to the concrete block walls. Upon completion, we now had a lot more floor space, and two cool cave-like spaces under each of our beds. We built a ladder for climbing up, added rope lights underneath, and somehow acquired some brand new carpet. All of a sudden, we had a little palace going on in there. We also bought a phone, which we mounted to the upper frame so that we could reach it from the beds. The school-supplied phone became the “downstairs phone”, and our new phone became the “upstairs phone”. (Who would want to climb down from our cool beds just to answer the phone?)
We had a small black-and-white TV in our room, which had a screen not much bigger than my laptop screen. It had no remote, of course, so to turn it off, you had to push a small knob. That wasn’t a problem before we built the bed frames.
We would end almost every night by watching David Letterman, and we would watch it from the upper perch of our new, awesome beds. Once Letterman was over, neither of us wanted to climb down, turn off the TV, then climb back up. So we came up with a plan.
Before climbing up to our beds for the last time of the night, we would turn on Letterman, turn out the lights, then gather the items we would need for the nightly ritual of turning off the TV. This consisted of shoes, a baseball, an oversized replica of a penny (about 3 inches in diameter), a nerf football, and whatever else was convenient. We would stack all the items on our beds, and climb up for one last time and enjoy watching Letterman.
When Letterman ended, the contest began. We would take turns throwing the various items at the TV, trying to hit the knob just right so that the TV would turn off. Yes, we are very aware that the contest took longer than it would to just climb down and turn off the TV. But what’s the fun in that?
Many times, we were successful. Never did we break the TV. And for the nights when our efforts were unsuccessful, we had a trade-off schedule on who had to climb down to turn it off. “It’s your night, man“, were often the last words before bedtime.
Good times in Pittman Hall.