Cable Guy

I've never seen the movie "Cable Guy", but we've had the cable people out to our house about three times in the past couple weeks. The first guy was nice, but didn't hook up the cable right. The second guy was goofy and weird and almost hooked everything up right, but some of the higher channels were still fuzzy. The third guy was just a plain old dick. (And I think he hooked stuff up right, but I was seething so much by the time he left that I had completley forgotten about our ability to view the TV Guide channel.)

Mr. Dickhead was rude and condescending and acted like it was a major inconvenience that he had to look into our connection. He finally enlisted the help of a co-worker (not sure where co-worker was lurking - maybe the cable truck?) and together they rattled around with their stupid tool belts and smelly manstink to fuss with the cables.

I noticed Mr. Dickhead had a black eye, though, so Karma must have gotten to him before I could. I would have enjoyed blackening his other eye, but I went the passive-aggressive route and bitched to his supervisor after I bid him good day. As I said with the paperboy debacle, bitching always pays off.

Bitching makes me kind of pissy, though, so afterwards, I had to go buy a new hairdryer/curler thing as a pick-me-up. Thankfully, Walgreen's is right around the corner for just such a Retail Therapy emergency.