The Comcast tech guy rang my doorbell right on time.
“Hi, c’mon in,” I said. “Thanks for coming. My name’s Slade.”
“I’m Carl,” he said. “Have you got Wi-Fi here?”
“Wifey? You bet,” says I.
“How’s your reception?”
“Well, on and off. You know how it is. You learn to make do. Lately it’s a little touch and go to be truthful.”
“Yeah, we hear a lotta that. Been a tough winter. What’ta ya get, some break ups... a lotta static?”
“Sometimes, yeah... but mostly just silence. It’s frustrating.”
“Well, where’s she at? Let’s have a look.”
“She’s up in the bathroom right now. The TV’s here in the living room. Are you a married man, Carl?”
“No sir, single.”
Great, I thought... another unmarried marriage counselor. Seen enough of them to last me. Hope he can get us up and running for Judge Judy tonight.