... and then I found 20 dollars.

My cable went out on Monday night. Frankly, I didn't really give a shit, since I don't watch all that much TV, and what I do watch (Lost, Arrested Development) is on the networks. However, this also meant my cable modem was out, so I'm living without internet access at home. This is not cool.

I recognize that people lived for millenia without internet access anywhere, and I also know that many others still don't have internet access at home. But when you're used to it, it sucks to lose it.

I called the cable company last night to figure out when I might get service back, and they felt they would need to send a technician. But these people are only available during the week, during normal business hours. That's great, except for the fact that I'm not at home at this time... since I'm working.

I called back this morning, and they might have an appointment available this Saturday. Maybe. If I'm lucky.

Considering that I've sent these schmucks more than a thousand dollars over the last year, I would have assumed that they would be falling all over themselves to fix my stuff. Apparently not. Unfortunately, there's no equivalent competitor available (for internet), so I'm pretty much stuck. But I'm not happy about it.

The title comes from my brother's award-winning theory that you can fix any boring or shitty story by tacking that line on the end. You could read the phone book out loud for 20 minutes... but if you end it with "and then I found 20 dollars" it's a good story.