WHYYYYYYY? WHYYYYYYY?
No. Mrs. Hillbilly Mom was not whacked in the knee with a Gillooly club. But she has been put out of commission just the same. From the Blog Olympics. Okay. She's nowhere near a world champion. But still, she is being prevented from entertaining the masses with her razor-sharp wit and cynical eye.
Rain, rain, go away. Come again some other day. When the temperature is below freezing. And preferably, come overnight, Sunday through Thursday, in the form of snow.
I should have known that DISH satellite internet was not the way to go. But that #1 son is a swift talker. I bet he could have sold me a vacuum cleaner that I'd never use. Or pajama jeans. Which I would, only not admit. Or even one of those foot scraper bunion shaver thingies, if he put my head in a vise and made me look at that miracle it performed on his crusty feet.
At least DISH treats me right with the bill. Ever since that internet installer swiched me to paperless billing without my permission, necessitating a couple of phone calls and payment by phone. Unlike SPRINT, who ramped up my charges and insinuated that I used more than my allotted share of the innernets. And most recently, did not process my check for three weeks, but mysteriously DID process it five days after I paid by phone with my debit card! But SPRINT can stand aside. I have no business with it today.
Today I am wondering how we could send men to the moon (and BACK) numerous times in the hippie days, when a Dollar Store calculator of today would have filled a football field back then...but in these modern times, DISH can't come up with a way for their satellite signal to pierce low-hanging clouds and precipitation. What's up with that?
Oh, how I envy you smug folks snug in your homes, your internet flowing smoothly through wires, or through nothing at all on your smarty-pants phones!
3 comments:
HM--Aww, too bad. You can dish it out--with all your boasting of your retirement, but you can't get the DISH.
Do you hear that violin I'm playin' just for you?
I have Sprint and I can SEE the tower from here. Doesn't mean I get good service and the bill is a monthly nightmare. He Who is in charge of that bill and argues with them. I am the one who is constantly resetting the modem. I feel your pain.
Sioux,
I can hear that violin. It sounds more like a fiddle. Played by a messy-haired woman wearing chewed-up Crocs. Not sure who did the chewin'.
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Kathy,
I think SPRINT all-at-once decides to mess with people and say they used 10x their usual amount of internet service one month. People either pay, or give SPRINT a good laugh with their ranting. We washed our hands of that internet service after the last bout of extortion. But we still have them for the phones.
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