Last night the house phone rang at around 10:30. I almost never answer that phone anymore because it's usually a telemarketer, but when it rang again immediately after the first round, and given the hour, I picked up.
"No, you want..." and I gave them the correct number.
The Place is a bar in San José whose phone number is one digit off from mine. I haven't gotten one of these calls in years, but the first time I did (right after I had acquired the new number), it went something more like this:
"The what?"
"The place."
"The place for what? It's my place."
After a couple of those, I looked them up and can now guide callers in the right direction. Do you suppose they get calls for me? I've never been. Maybe I'll make a field trip when I'm feeling adventurous.
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This past week, we've noticed that some of our TV stations have gone missing. Flip through and it's snow. First I noticed Food Network's absence. And yesterday came the worst horror of all: No SyFy.
NOOOOOO!!!!!
Do you think Comcast heard when Charles and I were discussing having the TV on less? Could they really be that helpful?
Doubt it.
I'm thinking they'd like their cheapskate customers to suffer so we'll pony up the bucks for one of their actual packages, instead of the whopping $15 a month we pay now. That's right - $15. About 10 years ago, you could request the basic, local channels - an option not advertised, but available to San José customers because we live in a black hole for TV reception. That's my interpretation, anyway. The fact that they threw in things like Discovery, Travel Channel, FoodNetwork, and SciFi weren't MY fault.
I'm pretty sure that calling and complaining about losing channels would be met with a blank stare, could I see the face on the other end of the line. I think we've been pretty lucky, so I guess we'll just have to suffer...
...until we set up the TV to view things through the computer because everything is online now. Ha!
