Dear Internetz,
I’ve got such a heartwarming and nice story to restart my blog with. If you consider dealing with Charter for a week, heartwarming and nice that is. I am not one of those people. Let’s break it down, shall we?
We needed a new line run (ran?) (runned?) (inserted?) into Curtis’s office for his modem upgrade. (The Akerman’s have a severe case of OCD. Obsession with Computers Disorder. It’s fun. And expensive.) So, Curtis calls Charter and sets up an appointment for Friday between 3 and 5.
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| Don't open that door in the hallway. |
FRIDAY
3 – 4:30 pm – No contact from Charter or Tech.
4:45 pm – Curtis calls Charter. We’re next on the list! Tech should be on his way! This is great because Curtis has a Raid at 7 pm so this should give him ample time!
4:46 pm – Tech calls! Say he’s in the Wal-Mart parking lot (SURPRISE!) with his broken down truck. He’s waiting on the money order to come in that his Pappy was sending to get the truck fixed.4:46:30 pm – Tech tells Curtis if he wants to front the tech the cash to fix the truck, he can be here that night! Curtis wants to resched. (Obvs.) Tech says he’ll be over Saturday morning between 8 and 10 am. Slow Raid for Curtis that night! Less expensive though.
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| A new battery is all she needs! Be there in 10! (Years.) |
SATURDAY
10:30 am – Curtis calls tech. Tech wants info on job. Says it shouldn’t take more than 15 minutes to complete. However he’s just starting a job at the time and will be here asap!
11:30 am – Tech calls. 10 minutes away!
12:00 pm – Curt shows tech the layout of the castle. Tech begins “My Current Life Situation Using Fuck at Length!”12:01 pm - Tech tells Curtis – “Blah blah fucking truck.” “Blah fucking dad blah money order blah $85 needed fucking $95.” “Pushed fucking truck home blah blah.” “Fuck. Fucking. Fuck.” “Should be done in 15 fucking minutes. Fuck.”
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| FUCK. |
1:03 pm – Finishes up fucking work. Fucking leaves. Fucking doesn’t close gate to backyard.
1:45 pm – Alexis realizes dogs are gone and shits a brick. Almost literally. I'd call it more like a banana. I'm an artist though. I see things in other things.
2:00 pm – We find dogs in neighborhood.
2:05 pm – Together we remember why this fucking pithole is such fucking fantastic place to live in. It’s the people. And the fucking cursing.
