Le sigh
It’s driving me crazy to sit on the sofa here, waiting and listening, while Colin chats politely with Comcast for the third or possibly fouth time of the evening, ensuring that we have the MLB Network to view tomorrow’s first Red Sox spring training game. And by we, I mean, well, ME! Clearly, only a true lady such as myself can get on the phone with Comcast and be a heinous bitch because anyone who knows anything about getting what they want with cable companies (and other similar establishments) knows that crying and yelling and whining gets you what you want, not being Mr. Nice Guy.
And so here we are, at a quarter to midnight, me staring at a TV unwilling to share with me the fruits of MLB Network, and Colin in the other room, nicely chatting with Comcast.
Le. Sigh.
