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Post by Holodoc on Mar 1, 2002 8:12:46 GMT -5
We'd been having problems with the digital cable service. First, they thought it was just my box - except that a few people in the building had reported the same problems and a resident told the first cable rep who visited last Monday of their problems during the elevator ride up. So for Tuesday and Wednesday evenings, I became the point man for repairs. A duo of cableguys looked in the basement and outside for the necessary signal tweak, then called me and asked how the problem channels looked. At one point on Wednesday, they came in to check my box for the signal input. I really didn't think of it until it was too late. One of the cableguys - some 6-1/2 foot Black guy, who could pound me into the ground if he had the whim - stopped suddenly and gasped "Aw man I thought that was REAL!" Hehehe If he were real, I think I'd like to teach Leonard to say " AFLAC!"
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Post by Dr. Jekyl on Mar 4, 2002 8:45:55 GMT -5
Most amusing...
What, not: 'Jerks'? You could always get a little tape-recorder, I suppose, and stick it under the table or something where it rests... hehe
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Post by Holodoc on Mar 4, 2002 9:14:51 GMT -5
Most amusing... What, not: 'Jerks'? If he said "Jerks" at that moment, then it's likely the cableguy would have pounded me into the ground.
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Post by Seven of Nine on Mar 11, 2002 14:46:18 GMT -5
What a hoot!
I frightened away a door to door salesman some years ago because of a real but unseen bull snake who llived under the pile of firewood by the door. The snake took up residence because there was an abundance of moths at night, which in turn brought an over abundance of little toads. The salesman happened to notice the toads and commented so I told him it was OK--Root Beer (the name we gave the snake) was taking care of them. The guy started backing away all the while eyeing the woodpile and trying to keep up a polite conversation. You know---he never did come back.
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