I was lying on my couch yesterday afternoon trying to ignore a pestering headache that wouldn’t go away while I worked on some stuff at the computer. Suddenly, the bell rang and a rush of excitement I don’t ever feel anymore came all over me. I can’t remember the last time somebody stopped by who I wasn’t already expecting. People don’t usually drop by your house in Boise unless you have previously arranged to get together. Especially by my house, which is still in BFE.
Back home, people would buzz the intercom on a regular basis, or knock directly on your door if the door to the entrance hall was already open or a neighbor happened to be going in or out right at that moment. I loved the feeling. Was it one of the village ladies bringing wool over for my mom to make a sweater? My sister’s friend Noemí? Jehovah Witnesses? Oh, the anticipation killed me!
So I got off the couch and headed to the door with a little bounce in my step and found myself looking at some cute-ish guy sporting a CenturyLink badge on his chest. Sigh. I could see an offer for a better high-speed internet package coming. At least it’s not a warning about the imminent end of the world, I thought, and I got ready to listen his sales pitch.
Then, he opened his mouth. I mean, he needed to in order to talk. CenturyLink must be running some type of Former Meth Addicts Back To Work Reinsertion Program, which is groovy with me, more power to them, but for god’s sake, furnish this people with fake teeth before you send them out to roam the neighborhoods!
It took me all of two seconds to decide I wanted to remain a loyal CableOne customer.
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