In order to um… “save money” (aka-getting NFL
Sunday ticket) the hubs switched our cable and internet. He took the afternoon
off to meet the technicians at the appointed time, except they never showed.
Finally, about 3 hours late, the internet provider tech showed. He was not
excited about the idea of running cable through our upstairs office, but I was firm
with him and so he got to work. After some loud, screechy drilling, he was done
and I sent him on his way with a piece of cake to thank him for not hassling me
too much and to get in his good graces
should I ever need him to come back.
In the midst of the drilling , Kev missed the
phone call from the cable tech saying that he was severely overbooked and that
he wouldn’t make it and we’d need to call to reschedule. As you can imagine, K
was very happy with this news and not at all irritated when he called customer
service. Haha.
When he made the call, we were told that we would receive a call
in less than 20 minutes to rebook our appointment time. Soon, it was after 9pm
and we had not received the “20 minute guaranteed call back” so we gave up for
the night and K settled in to watch some baseball while I read a magazine on
the couch. About 9:15 the doorbell rang and K opened the door to a very
agitated service tech from the cable company. He stated loudly that his boss
had told him he had to come by and that he had worked 13 hours straight with no
food and the more he talked the louder he got. So of course the hubs invited
him inside.
Yes, I said he invited an agitated, hungry, stranger
straight into the house. He continued to gesticulate wildly, saying how hungry he
was, how his supervisors had overbooked him, how he was from Long Island, far
from home, and how he hadn’t had a break all day. Having no other foods in the
house as my kids were away and having given my last piece of cake to the internet
tech, I had to think quickly as I was afraid we might be murdered or
something. I called on my Southern hospitality training from my dear, sweet
mama, and offered him a cold glass of iced tea. He drank it down in a few
gulps, I refilled it and he calmed down. I filled it again and he was as calm
as a lamb. He lingered around for a few more minutes as the hubs and I made commiserating
comments about his horrible day and finally we were able to walk him out the
door. As the door shut, I gave the hubs “the look” and said “Really, you
invited him in?!?” The hubs said, “Babe, he’s tired and lonely.”
Thinking back on it, I hope that glass of tea made his day a
little better than it was. Kindness, I suppose, is never out of style. Laters.
