...drill me..."
Right now, there is a cable installer guy who has a nervous tic. Or else is making his buddies buy him rounds. One of those things.
We finally (thanks, George and Joan, for ruining my children!
) got cable today. The boys were quite taken with both American Idol as well as something similar involving cooking and rude comments. So, after much negotiating, I agreed to get cable.
The man sent to install ours was really young. Like, 12. Ok, he claimed to be 24. Whatever. Anyway, he was Really Enthusiastic, and Very Professional. He made me nervous - usually, any time a guy armed with sharp things says,"Now, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I've done this a hundred times!" I go and recheck the insurance policy to make sure that whatever falls off, shoots sparks or bleeds will be covered. However, our cable guy seemed to be very competant at what he was doing. And cheerful. Did I mention cheerful?
#4 came downstairs a few minutes after installation began. Up to this pioint, things had gone well. The cable installer accepted a cold glass of sweet tea. He brought his own power cord, and hadn't even sawed off a safety prong to make sure it would fit into any outlet. He had all thte parts. He showed me the length of cable, got out this enourmous drill, and started in.
#4 couldn't believe his eyes. "Guys! Hey, guys! Hurry up and come down here right now!" he was literally hopping up and down. The cable guy grinned- he obviously thought #4 was a cute kid.
"Hey guys, hurry before you miss this!" #4 shouted again. "You should see this- this guy has the biggest tool I've ever seen!!"
The extra hole in my wall, I am told, will be an easy fix with a little Poly-fila and some fresh paint. Sigh.
When Poe ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
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