If you’ve been reading me for any length of time, you are probably aware of my extreme irritation with my cable provider, Comcast. (Update: Coming soon!)
You’re also probably aware that when I’m pissed off at something, I write about it here. Bad realtor? I’ll talk smack about you. (Update: that realtor may be losing her license for falsifying documents! Keep your fingers crossed. Evil wench.)
You don’t have the courtesy to wave at me? You and your crappy attitude are going on the blog. (Update: She has NEVER ridden her bike past my house again…do you think she’s read my blog!?)
Those rat bastards ADT refusing to help me? I got my revenge via blog. (Update: I get lots of creepy google hits from people researching how to hack into home security systems.)
You are an idiot Walgreens worker who is unable to charge me correctly for a prescription that took HOURS upon HOURS to fill? Blogged! Boo-yah! (Update: None.)
Very seldom do I have a chance to tell you a story of redemeption. And this is a story that I utterly CANNOT believe I’m telling you. Please sit down if you’re not already seated.
Are you ready?
Comcast had to come out to my house yesterday to fix my broken Internet connection and fuzzy channel problem. They were scheduled to come between 1 and 5, or in other words between 1 and NEVER. However, that wasn’t the case this time.
They called around 10:30 and asked if they could come early. EARLY. YLRAE. early. EAR-LY! A most polite gentleman showed up and assessed the problem, very concerned for my well being and the well being of my Internet connection. After about an hour, he realized that our line had been nicked when we had some landscaping work done.
We should have been charged for the new line he had to run (which by the way, he could have just repaired, but he thought it would be BETTER to just run a NEW line.)
He didn’t charge us a dime.
So did you get that? Comcast was early. They were polite. AND! They didn’t charge us for the line repair.
Feel free to lie down and place a cold compress on your head while you recover from the shock. (Update: Tate has informed me that just because the nice cable man didn’t charge me, doesn’t mean we won’t be getting a bill. Crap. I didn’t think of that.)