Nick says it looks like we're going to have to slam our dick in the door.
By this he means switch back to Comcast. The idea makes me want to spoon my eyes out.
I reminded him about the terrible customer service, and how they might pee on our rug. How they kept charging us because we'd packed some stupid little card rather than returning it, even though we'd disconnected everything, and how he'd rather eat rocks and nails than use them again.
He remembers this. But here's the thing: he wants to watch his shows. He wants them to record when they're set to record. And then he wants the service to work when he sits down to watch.
And when Comcast service works, and you don't need them to do anything for you, well, the service works.
But it turns out that if you want good service, DirecTV kind of sucks, at least for us. We can't use our TiVO, and their record show thingy doesn't work half the time. And the service is sketch. As far as I know, nobody has yet been rude to us or stood us up. But the service is for sugar honey iced tea.
(And do you like how well I'm doing on the not swearing?)
There's no FIOS where we are, alas. (And I wonder - Foggy Dew, did you ever switch over?)
If we watched the sports, I am told DirecTV would be great. They have lots of sports, apparently.
This appeals to me not one bit. And thank the dear Lord I am married to a man who, apart from the very occasional rugby game(??), is not remotely interested in watching sports. Or attending sporting events.
I feel like I must have done something right somewhere along the way.
But back to our dick. In the door...