It’s not HD

“It’s not HD”
Surprised looking over my glasses frames to find a man in his mid 60s with a thinning comb-over and a faux tan members-only jacket.
“See how the text distorts at the edges? This hotel is so cheap.”
I’m enjoying the quiet…dull roar from the nearby bar and faint piano music from the overhead sound system…he muted the tv, he later tells me…how do I end this quickly?
“Yeah, I noticed that.”
“Cheap. They are waiting until February to replace it and go to HD.”
Moments pass. Feels like several minutes. And then he starts to walk away. He’s leaving. No, he approaches the tv to examine it more closely.
“See…it’s distorted at the edges. Cheap hotel.”
“Sure is.”
He examines the TV closely as if trying to determine exactly where the text scroll originates.
Damn, he’s coming back over. Sits on the arm of the couch next to me. Only for a moment, and then slides down onto the cushion.
“Cheap hotel.”
Moments pass. I consider counting them.
Standing again. He seems defeated.
“I muted it earlier. On the bottom right of the TV. You can turn it up if you want.”
“Nothing I want to hear anyway.”
“Yep. Cheap hotel.”
He turns, pulls keys from his jacket pocket and walks away.