The guy had me turn the TV off, and unplug the cable box from the outlet. After about a minute, he had me plug it back in, and said he was sending a new signal to it. After about another minute, he had me turn the cable box and TV back on...and still nothing. SO he said they needed to send a technician out. I thought, great, now I have to go a week, week and a half without these channels! But he said they had an appointment for tomorrow (today) at 330 to 530. Since I work until 400, I thought okay, I'll just take off an hour early. No problem there.
What had me really irritated is that I missed the new West Wing on Sunday, and they replay those MOnday's at 800....but I wouldn't get to see it then either, as Bravo was out!
SO Tuesday I get to work, put in my slip to leave early, and when 300 rolls around, I'm outta there. I didn't really expect the cableguy there until like 600, ya know? I mean when do they show up for these things on time? BUt at least I got outta work an hour early, so who's gonna complain about that?
I leave work, get on the Interstate, and promptly get stopped, as there's slow moving traffic piling up over something way ahead. Luckily, I made my way to the next exit by riding the shoulder, and just got off there. I had to go through town, which slowed me down, but it was faster than the InNterstate at that point.
So I got home, parked out back as I usually do. And as I walked around front, I saw the cable van sitting out front. it was 331. I went to it and he was in there reading a paper. I asked if he was there to see me, and if he had tried to get in already. he said yes to both, and he was just gonna wait 5 more minutes before he left. Geez, a punctual repairman, who knew such things existed?
SO we get up to my apartment, my cluttered messy apartment that I had no opportunity to even tidy up. Not that I would have done that much, but I mighta picked up the boxers laying by the couch (don't judge, like you've never let underwear lay in the living room!). As it was, I got in first, and grabbed them and shoved them into my pocket, hoping he didn't see them.
So he goes to the TV and starts fiddling with the box. (he wasn't amazing attractive or anything, not like one they sent me a few years ago, but nonetheless, I'da done him. Course, I guess with my track record, that's not really saying much is it? But I digress...) He comments that I have an old box, which caused me to chuckle a bit, my sense of humor being about that of a horny emotionally immature 14 year old.
Then he tells me what the problem is: apparently when Ghostie reconnected all the wires on Sunday evening, he left one loose. The connection wasn't tight, and some of the channels were getting through, others weren't. So, feeling pretty stupid about it all, I thank him. He asks for my remote, to check the channels, and comments on how old the remote is. And it wont' work right for him, so he's says he's gonna give me a new one and goes to his truck to get it.
While he's gone, I get down and look at the back of the box and check out the cables myself, realizing the next time I have an issue, I should check all the connections myself and make sure they're all tight. And then, as I'm kneeling in the position he was, I raised my head and looked just forward, and there, right in my line of sight, was the following:
And here's two close-ups.
"Justice 4 All"...*SIGH* It's a DVD that I have, but I'm not even watching it now. It was just laying there. Oh, what he must have thought! I was so embarrassed. But i didn't move it, I figured it was too late now, he'd already have seen it, so why make an issue out of it.
SO he returned with the remote, showed me how to use it, and, OH GOD, I just remembered he made some joke while he was checking the wires about him not being able to help me as he's an Eagles fan, and I'm a Cowboys fan, which he could only have known by seeing the throw over the back of the chair....right behind the DVD case!
Oh, man I am SO embarrassed, even right now! See, THIS is why I needed to check the room out before he got here! Oh man.....
At any rate, he explained the remote ot me, showed me some features on it, and left. He seemed a pretty cool guy, but one has to wonder what he thought. Not that I'm ashamed of being gay, not that I'm ashamed of my porn, but that's not really the first thing you want first-time visitors to your house seeing, ya know?
*SIGH*
POLT = listening to "Behemain Rhapsody" by Queen
Every schmoe buys flowers or chocolate. A catfish, now that's something she'll remember! - John Kammer
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