The cable guy was over putting in my cable modem. Actually it was a cable lady. She was immense and dark and had a shaved head. She was sweet and friendly, ponderous and slow about her work. I liked her.
It was an effort for her to kneel down to the cable plug and screw in the cord. She puffed and wheezed. I know what that is like, having spent years being immensely out of shape and smoking and eating and despairing.
“Now you know,” she cautioned, “you’re not getting TV. Just internet”
I said I knew, and it was on purpose.
She shook her head.
How do I say to this lady, my new friend, who I find likable and personable in a way that most Comcast cable employees don’t seem to be able to manage, “Lady, I don’t watch TV and I don’t vote and I feel really, really great. You should try it.”
Instead I write songs about love and monkeys and the meaning of life, because that’s what I’m about really, you know, the meaning of life. I think I’ve pretty much got it figured out, I’m happy to say, but that’s the easy part. The hard part is doing it.
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I have not had TV in five+ years. I rarely watch it – except at work, since it’s always on. If there were a package that only included the discovery channel and court tv, I’d be ALL over that. Anything else would be a waste of money.
You do not vote? Neither do I. Interesting.