Last Thursday I had a date with a man. I didn’t know what he would look like but I was sooooo excited for his arrival. I didn’t care that there were other people he needed to satisfy before me. He wasn’t even able to give me an exact time when he would see me. I was told he would be at my house between 2PM and 5PM. That was good enough for me. I had a date with……..THE CABLE GUY!!!!
At 1:45PM I started to get nervous. “He’ll be here soon,” I thought to myself. He was to install high-speed internet so I cleaned my office and made my bed. I took a quick shower and sat down in front of the TV to pass the time. Every fifteen minutes I would get up, go to the window, part the blinds and look down the street to see if he was about to turn into my driveway. Nothing. 4PM shows up. No cable guy. I didn’t want to call the company and look desperate but this is rude. How about a call saying you are running late???
At exactly 4:57PM the doorbell rang. It was him. He was here for me. FINALLY. I opened the door and let him in. I was a little upset with him showing up at the last-minute so I was less than cordial. I sat on the couch while he did his thing. Fifteen minutes later he was gone. No handshake. No plans to get together again. No promise to call. No champagne. No caviar. I didn’t care. He used me and I used him. I had high-speed internet. I was satisfied.