Quick update cause I just got sandbagged all over Indy. I got my Comcast digital cable installed last week (xref the cute puggle story) and the cable box was the size of the Millennium Falcon. Well, the Comcast rep sandbagged me and assured me that I only needed one digital box. I tried to program the bedroom (or Lair, as I like to call it) tv the other day only to get static-iky nuffin. I called him today and he told me to just stop by the office and get another box for free. I go during lunch and the dude behind the counter gets everything together and hands me a little plastic boutique bag and tells me to call the 1-800 number once I get everything setup. He doesn't bother handing me one of the many Millennium Falcons stacked in plain view behind him. I have a minor panic attack and he tells me that I'm getting the new version of the cable box. Again, I double-check that its not a cable modem but the digitial cable box and he just smiles with that canary sticking outta his mouth and tells me that I'm experiencing everyone's reaction to the new box. I get outside and open the bag to find a Tie Fighter size cable box. Now, I'm wondering what changed between last tuesday and today that I have a Millennium Falcon in my living room?!?!?!?!?!
I go to lunch at this great BBQ place near the Comcast office. I settle in for some good Brunswick stew and a hot BBQ-sauce beef brisket sangwich. Even though I was one of three people in the restaurant, the waitress must have had more important business cause she sandbagged me on my ice water. I would've never have guessed the cooling power of mashed potatoes and gravy.
So, I'm driving back to the office, belly full and stoked about the new cable box. As I exited I-465, there's a very sunburnt lady with a "homeless, begging for help" signs. Usually, like most people, I ignore such people but as luck would have it I pull up right next to her. I had been collecting some emergency dollars in my coin drawer in my car. I reached in and grabbed a clump and gave them to the lady. If she wants to buy $4 of booze or crack or food, so be it. My belly and soul are filled for the moment and that's all that matters. Time to get back to doing some actual work. Peace..............
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Keep up the good work.
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