Ice Storms Are Comcastic
February 1, 2008
We are in the middle of an ice storm here. I was talking on the phone to my friend Jody, who lives on a warm Texas beach, when she asked if the trees ever came crashing down. And in a moment of bravado, or stupidity, I said that I thought most of the week branches had fallen off the trees already. A mere moments after those words left my mouth, my oldest son came running in to tell me that a big branch had fallen down across our driveway and taken a wire with it.
Of course we all ran outside to the skating rink that is our driveway and gawked. Weird, because our power and telephone still worked. I came back inside and called the power company. Within twenty minutes they were at my door. Too bad it was the cable wire. Oooooops. But really, how am I supposed to tell?
So I call the cable company that is known for their stellar service, you know the one whose name rhymes with, ummm, comcastic. They helpfully tell me that they can come on the 6th. Of February. A quick consult with my calendar, because I was sure five days must have passed without my even knowing, because surely they would not make me wait FIVE DAYS with a wire laying down over my driveway, and I tell him that is totally unacceptable.
“Well, ma’am. I realize that. I’ll ask my superior to try and do something about that.”
“Try? Isn’t it just a little bit dangerous to have a wire laying there across your driveway?”
“Yes ma’am, just keep your kids away from it.”
“I would hate for one of them to get hurt.” I say while thinking because then I will sue you. Don’t tempt me. I have kids to spare.
So now we wait. When I asked how I would know when they were planning on coming he replied, “Well ma’am you will know when you see the trucks outside.”
Oooohhhh, great! Thank you! SO HELPFUL!
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