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Cable Guy can kiss my ass
Cable Guy came to turn off the cable today, causing Buffy to call me (from home alone) TWICE to tell me what he was saying. He wanted a credit card payment or he was going to turn it off, I told her tell him I'd pay it on Friday, she called back and said it had to be paid now or he'd turn it off, I told her tell him to turn it off then, I'll have money on Friday, she called me back AGAIN and said he needed a credit card payment or he was turning it off.
Now. What is a grown cable guy doing on my porch arguing with a 11 year old girl about a credit card? The battery in our cordless phone was dead so she couldn't bring him the phone to talk to me and at least she wasn't letting him into the house (Buffy needs to learn a lesson quickly about opening the door for strangers) but OBVIOUSLY she doesn't have a credit card and OBVIOUSLY her mother wasn't home.
So turn off the damn cable already and leave the porch. I can live for a week without TV, really I can, and after we pay everything with the tax money we won't ever be late again, but the more I write about this the more pissed off I am that he was harrassing my DAUGHTER. A KID.
I may have to call Comcast tomorrow and complain.
Meanwhile, we have a DVD player and a Playstation. And a computer and plenty-O-books. We are entertained. If it wasn't for The Apprentice I may not even get the cable turned back on.
Posted by Pischina at February 2, 2004 6:36 PM
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