• What was lost is now found.

    “This is Bright House Networks, how can I help you?”
    “I’m having a problem with my cable box.”
    “What kind of problem are you having with your cable box?”
    “I can’t watch cable TV.”
    “Can you be more specific?”
    “Yes.”
    “Well?”
    “This is where I’m supposed to describe my problem?”
    “Yes.”
    “Well, I turn on the TV and I see a message that says, ‘Your EXPLORER set top is NOT AUTHORIZED for use….”

    blah, blah, blah

    “Sorry to keep you on hold for so long, it appears the problem is that your cable box is lost.”
    “Well you’re in luck, I found it.”
    “Ah, yes, Mr. Kauffman. We’ll need to have the administrative folks reclaim it tomorrow morning.”
    “Will this be a physical reclamation?”
    “Sorry?”
    “Will someone have to come out to our house, or is someone just going to update your records on your end?”
    “Someone will just have to update our records.”
    “But they can’t do it until tomorrow morning?”
    “I’m sorry, but they’ve all gone home.”
    “And they left you behind?”
    “Ah, they’ll be in first thing tomorrow to fix your problem. We sincerely apologize for your inconvenience.”

    All right, I admit that I embellished a little bit of it, but not as much as you may think. Our cable box really is “lost”. I really can be that big a pain in the hind quarters. Who would have thunk it?
    You are not allowed to respond Christy.


  • I never wanted to be a fireman.

    Do you know what it means to “put out fires”? I’m talking about the metaphorical kind. There is a kind of thrill to spending your entire day running around putting out fires. Due to low self-esteem, I get a kick out of the fact that people think enough of me to let me try to put them out. Silly, silly me! How easily I am duped! Also, the day seems to fly. No day moves faster than those when you’re running around with your hair on fire. There just seem to be more important things to occupy your time than paying attention to the time. What’s more, I couldn’t put all of the fires out today, so there’ll be more waiting for me tomorrow.

    YES!!


  • Giving thanks.

    My wife is in the front seat. She looks back at Beth who has just said something. It appears it was amusing. Cheryl looks happy, a mischievous smile on her face. She says something to Beth that I can’t hear. Joe starts to laugh. Annette reaches a hand from the steering wheel and gives Cheryl’s knee a mock slap. We’ve turned the corner. The trials of the morning have been left at home, and it appears that we’re ready for a good time at last.