Laws, yes it HAS been awhile since we’ve had an Adventure with Dear Sweet Mama, who is now in the process of moving (again) to New Jersey (again). Yes, DSM and the Concubine are moving to the Joisey Shore right in the middle of a hurricane, but what else did we really expect? So, allow me to present:
“Dear Sweet Mama Gets Voodooed”
or, “The Price We Pay for Cable”
So Dear Sweet Mama had the cable dude over to hook up the TV/internet/phone and all in the new house and it… did not go well. He was an unintelligible Dominican dude and apparently everything she asked him to do — like putting cable in a room that had never had cable or moving the cable hookup from one corner to the other — basically, anything related to HIS JOB… was something he “could not” do. He also told her he “could not” drill a hole in the wall FOR the cable because “an electrician has to that.” WTF? Plus he parked his truck in the (new) neighbor’s driveway and her OCD son like to lost his shit about it.
That’s when Dear Sweet Mama did something she almost NEVER does… she called the company to complain. Now, East Coast Aunt is a first-class complainer and she always ends up getting free shit out of the deal, but Dear Sweet Mama… not so much. And this may be why.
The cable company — no shit — sent out a REMEDIATOR to talk to Dear Sweet Mama — like a cable therapist or something! And the remediator made an appointment for a technician to come back and do the work the Dominican dude would not… but when the appointment came, THEY HAD SENT THE SAME DOMINICAN DUDE!
DSM says she had thought he was surly the FIRST time, but he was UBER-surly the second! So I’m figuring she’s gonna get voodooed or something for pissing him off. There’s the hurricane and all, plus The Concubine has already been attacked by geese (see? It’s not just me!), so shit’s startin’ to go down!