Good Days

A most excellent day for a woman might go like this.

An incredible day for a man goes like this.

My cable has been acting funky. Which is not an excellent thing, really. It’s been funky for a while but it was funky in a way I thought might be self-healing. However, after several fruitless weeks of giving it a chance to self heal – and as we’re getting close to new episodes of Eureka and my SciFi channel is one of the funky channels – I thought I’d finally give Time Warner a call.

I called them yesterday evening and after a moment or two of troubleshooting the guy on the phone decided an on-site visit was needed. As luck would have it there was a slot open between one and three today. I took it.

At 1:15 I got a call: The Cable Guy was on his way to my place.

I arrived a few minutes before he did. As I sat in my (really sweet) mini-van the FedEx truck rumbled by, stopping about a block down the street from me. I’d checked the FedEx site earlier in the day and knew I had a delivery scheduled to come later – a delivery that required a signature.  Per the website the package was due to arrive at 4:30.

I sensed more than knew my package was on the truck just down the street and started to walk toward it. I’d not taken two steps before the truck started moving. Rats! But wait, it swung into a parking lot, made a U-turn, and headed my way.

I signed for the package and the FedEx Gal pulled away just as The Cable Guy pulled up.

The Cable Guy had my SciFi channel (VH1 and others) crystal clear in just a few minutes.

So:

1. I’d gotten my cable fixed closer to 1 o’clock when given a one-to-three window.
2. I’d gotten my FedEx package while waiting for the cable guy. Which meant…
3. I wouldn’t have to leave work at 4:15 to try to meet the driver at 4:30. By which time I’d have missed the package anyway which would have led to a delay in getting it (and it’s rather important).
4. Everything was done by 2 p.m.

All very cool and great things, right.

But it gets better.

While the cable guy was visiting he left me a new remote. On the old one all the numbers and words had worn off the buttons and three of the five buttons across the top – the programmable ones that let me control other electronic devices – had quit doing anything at all past flashing once in a while.

The new remote has all the buttons labeled. The end piece that covers the IR LEDs is in place. The door that holds the batteries in doesn’t need to be taped to keep it closed. The top and bottom halves meet at a nice, ungapped, seam.

AND! AND! AND! … It has an extra button on it. An extra button marked “D.” I don’t know what it’s for, but it’s got to be good.

It might stand for Delmer.

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