Man, we can get into some messes around here.....
We've been in the middle of all sorts of things that are minor, but a headache. Things like getting the furnace cleaned and tank filled, yard work, digging a ditch and bracing up the carport against rain/ice etc.... not to mention that they are working on the water lines to beat hell around here.
In the midst of all this, brainy hubby decides to cancel our tv service and change it to another. This was supposed to take place today, but all we accomplished was getting our service cut off. Now--no tv.
The guy was MIA for awhile, apparently. When the office found him he showed up an hour and a half late ---that's an hour and a half past the time he was suppossed to show up to start work at the latest.
Then he looks around and decides he "can't do the job" because we don't have the right size pole to hold the dish.
But what was funny (sort of) was that when hubby was "giving them what for" on the phone, he told them he had to go to work. (this part was true)
But when they asked if he could have someone there for him, he told them, "My wife's at work, but yes, I can get my neighbor, I guess."
Huh?
I was home from work by this time. He just wanted to make them feel more guilty for being so late!
But then he tells me, when they get here I have to pretend to be "the neighbor."
I said, "No way!" I was not about to walk around here until past dark in my own home, pretending to be "the lady next door."
I can just imagine the conversations that might have ensued!
Do you know this asshole?
Do you live across the street?
Where do you work?
Do you need to hurry and get home?
Gheesh! I would have spun so many lies by the time he was finished that I would have walked out the door with him, locked up, and then had no where to go!
I'm ticked that we have no tv until we figure out what to do, but I have DVD's of Friends, I guess.....
But I'm glad that I never even met the man face to face, as he was gone before I had to pose as "Mrs. Greenly" or somebody, from next door or something! (I was hiding in here playing games on the computer)
And-- what if this same service man had come back later on down the line for some reason, and I was here in my P.Js?
I guess I would have said, "Don't mind me....His wife's at work!"
