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Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Cable Guys Are Too Rough

My Word, mister cable guy, that's a large pole you have there.Last summer the phone line/cable pole in my neighbour's backyard did what every post office employee will eventually do – it cracked. And then it fell on a 45 degree angle, held in place by the very cables and wires that were secured to it.

My elderly, talkative, please-Lord-help-me-guide-this-fork-into-my-ear-neighbour complained about it for days. I couldn't help her, but she insisted on complaining to me about it, as if I were the cable-pole-utility-commissioner or something.

Eventually someone cut the pole down. But the complaining didn't stop. Nope. I listened, for days, about the workmen who totally trampled my neighbour's poor Lily of the Pansy, or Goatweed or whatever the freakin' hell it was.

I felt bad for her. I'd hate if that happened to my garden too. But I wouldn't go over to her house and start bitching about it.

Anyhoo, the doorbell rang the other morning, waking me from my nightmares. It was Cogeco Cable. The man in the hard hat told me they were taking their cables down. He asked if he could enter my backyard to take the wires off my other neighbour's pole.

"You mean the really old rotting pole?" I asked in the ultimate gravelly, groggy, early-morning voice.

"Yes, that's the one." was his reply.

"Fine with me." I said. And with that he thanked me, gave a pleasant curtsy, and trotted off into my backyard with his spiffy ladder. I ran upstairs as fast as I could and propped myself in a chair by the window, waiting for the inevitable.

Within a few seconds, he had broken the pole. Being half-asleep, I wasn't fast enough with my camera and I cursed. Now I'm facing a week-long tirade from my other elderly neighbour about her bloody broken pole. Yay.

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Blogger Katie said...

Thanks for stopping by.

I am really a vodka girl, so I have plenty of Martini recipies if you want to try something new.S

11:50:00 PM

Blogger ZoeyBella said...

Hehehe... neighbors. That's why I live in a townhouse. So I can be thatmuch closer to them.

1:02:00 AM

Blogger SJ said...

Hey you shld start your neighbors on to blogging They can rant and complain all they want and they will attract like minded peeps. An added benefit we might end up knowing more about you than you intend us to and thats always fun.

6:07:00 AM

Blogger patti_cake said...

I would avoid her like the plague. I love old people but bitchy people of any age get on my last nerve!

8:48:00 AM

Blogger K said...

Stab your neighbours with a toothpick. It's not quite assault, so I doubt there would be jail-time and it would make you feel better. If anything, you could call it a freak sandwich-eating accidnet.

12:36:00 PM

Blogger Martini said...

I like how you think K.

"Oops! Sorry neighbour! Hope that mustard doesn't sting your eyes too much. Let me wipe it off for you. Oops! Didn't realize that napkin was soaked in vinegar!"

10:59:00 PM

Blogger Ms. Creek said...

yes, pretend like you need to borrow some sugar or an egg, when they hand it to you, have an electric zapper in your hand and GET "EM!

11:17:00 PM


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