Good news! My Internet is finally back up!
It took approximately 2 weeks to get it working, but better late than never, right?
Which leads me to today’s topic: SERVICE IN A SMALL TOWN.
I’ve learned that service in a small town is a relative concept. It’s more like “service” in a small town. Sometimes you get it, sometimes you don’t (a decent haircut is one of my more recent examples.) The latest in my growing dossier of examples happened today when I called my Internet provider to inquire about the problem, and the guy on the other end said, “Hmmm. Well, hmmm. I’m going to have to get back to you on that because I haven’t had lunch yet. I gotta go eat my lunch.”
Enjoy that Hardee’s Slider, buddy.
He did eventually call me back, and the problem (if you’re reading this) has been resolved. I can only assume the Hardee’s Slider hit the spot.
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I’m surprised that no one has commented on this, because I have to say, Jessie you are wrong on this one. In a “big city” he would have put you on hold for his lunch then probably hung up on you. Where else can you call the bank, have the teller recognize your voice and transfer funds for free, or how about the oil guy who knows you must be running low and there is a storm coming so he stops by even if you didn’t call. Let’s not even mention people we know that have shops, with back doors open, in case someone needs something and know they will leave an IOU. AND I know a great lady that delivers eggs…that is service, and you will not find it in the “big city”.
K: Good point. But you gotta admit: getting off the phone in the middle of a business call cause you have to eat your lunch is a wee casual, wouldn’t you say? jk
ps- I got my best worst hair cut in NYC