Culture on the Cheap
That is the word, dear readers, that best describes how my Monday went. Has my Internet service been restored (its been down since late Friday)? NO. Will it be restored today? Possibly.
Have you ever been told that your Internet service cannot be restored until a fucking bar opens— and then was assured that this kind of thing is “pretty common in Greenpoint”? I have. On October 21, 2008 at 11:30 a.m. to be exact. When this iron-curtain-customer-service-meets-Preston-Sturges-comedy-of-errors morality tale is over you can be good and damned sure I am going to write about it. And oh, what I story I have to tell!
(This post comes courtesy of my husband’s fucking Blackberry.)