Cable is a wonderful thing. I've always been able to breeze into my house, click on the television, and, as if by magic, entertainment poured out of the box. In Rochester, cable. In the Simmons' dorms, cable. In the Rochester apartment, cable. In London, well no cable but I didn't care because I was in London. The only problem was, all these years, I didn't recognize how magical the cable was... that is until now.
Now, thoughts of long-winded phone calls with agitated customer service reps stomp through my head. What once brought us all joy, now brings headaches backed by $59.99 installation fees and $5 modem-rental charges. Oh cable, why have you foresaken me?!
We dream of the day we watch Bobby Flay without a flicker, Jon Stewart without a blip, and the cast of Jersey Shore without a blackout (although, that will happen with or without our cable woes). Perhaps I will gain some perspective Sunday while I wait for a technician between the hours of 11 and xfinity. Perhaps not.
A year from now, you'll laugh (if you even remember this...) isn't bureaucracy fun?
ReplyDeleteOh, it's a treat! A year from now, we still may be dealing with it but it doesn't mean we can't laugh about it now haha :P
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