Two and a half hours

That's how long it took the *&^%$ cable guy to hook up my cable last night.

TWO AND A HALF GODDAM HOURS.

I knew I was in trouble when he said he couldn't find my house. My house, which is one turn from a major roadway and is numbered both on the mailbox and on the front door.

Then he didn't want to go into the crawlspace (where the cable had been originally run), so he decided to rewire everything, from the pole out at the street back to the house, through the garage, and through the wall into the living room.

That's two and a half hours of my life that I'll never get back, buddy. Thanks a bunch.