TV ads: The adventure continues

So, the satellite installer comes, he puts up a ladder, adjusts the dish , gets the system working. He puts me on the phone with the company rep, who runs through all the options with me — many of which I actually seem to understand. And he hangs around to help me get the hang of switching the TV back and forth from the VHS/DVD player to satellite broadcast.

He’s a nice guy, and he’s polite and helpful. The only thing that suprises me is the $49 bill he hands me, which is something that I thought had been covered by the extra agreements that I had signed through the retail store at which I had originally bought the TV and entered into the satellite broadcast agreement. Sorry. I know that’s a lot of words in one breath.

But there’s always room for more. My wife vows to call the store for maybe the half-dozenth time (they’re getting to know us by our first names). So we’ll see who eventually pays the $49.

It’s truer than ever before: We’re in a whole new world. Peace, O my brothers .