Cable Calamity
So...here is another humorous anecdote you all might find of interest. I would laugh too, perhaps more so if the following happened to someone else...
A few nights ago, our quiet evening was interrupted by a knock at the door...
Me: You going to get that? (I always ask that, as Michael happens to be closer to the door than I do...)
Michael: Now what?
And who should be at the door but a couple of guys, let's call them Billy and Tom (who also happens to be one of our neighbors) from the 6 shop (our techies, you could say) looking to put in the cable TV.
T: You guys want cable?
Me: We don't have a television.
T: Oh. Well, we have to run the line out of your room, since it is the middle room of the trailer (this is true). So the line will be there if you need it...
Billy then proceeds to try and extract the cable from the wall, leading to what can only be described as a disaster of sorts.
First, he tried standing on my bed to reach the box, which was an issue, as my bed is such that if you stand on one end, the other side pops off the ground, causing one to lose his balance. This wasn't a problem at first, as I happened to be sitting on the other end at the time. However, my friend John stopped by, and I decided it would be a good time to give him back the baseball glove I had borrowed from him. I hopped off the bed with the glove, and, naturally, send Billy crashing to the floor.
Billy then decided that working from the top of our refridgerator would work better. I was a little concerned, as he isn't exactly a small person, and our fridge began making strange noises while he was atop it, pushing cables through the wall. This was going ok, I suppose, until he made the unfortunate choice to use our A/C unit (hung from the wall) as a mean to help himself up. Seconds later, I found myself observing the unit it a completely new arrangement, a little closer to the ground than the installers had in mind, and mostly detached from the wall. Tom and I glanced at each other, trying to hold in the laughter and shock as Bill claimed that he only touched the thing. We then spent about 15 minutes putting the thing back up. Of course, every time it was up, he would wiggle it up and down, leading to it coming of again, and to a quiet dialogue between Tom and myself about how someone was making a bad situation even worse...
In the end, they did manage to get the cable routed out the back, so I suppose it was a success of sorts for them...but our A/C is still a little crooked, and both it and the fridge are making noises not previously heard. All in all, I'm glad my bed isn't under the unit, as it likely will fall down any day now. But that's just life over here in Ramadi's "Microtown."
A few nights ago, our quiet evening was interrupted by a knock at the door...
Me: You going to get that? (I always ask that, as Michael happens to be closer to the door than I do...)
Michael: Now what?
And who should be at the door but a couple of guys, let's call them Billy and Tom (who also happens to be one of our neighbors) from the 6 shop (our techies, you could say) looking to put in the cable TV.
T: You guys want cable?
Me: We don't have a television.
T: Oh. Well, we have to run the line out of your room, since it is the middle room of the trailer (this is true). So the line will be there if you need it...
Billy then proceeds to try and extract the cable from the wall, leading to what can only be described as a disaster of sorts.
First, he tried standing on my bed to reach the box, which was an issue, as my bed is such that if you stand on one end, the other side pops off the ground, causing one to lose his balance. This wasn't a problem at first, as I happened to be sitting on the other end at the time. However, my friend John stopped by, and I decided it would be a good time to give him back the baseball glove I had borrowed from him. I hopped off the bed with the glove, and, naturally, send Billy crashing to the floor.
Billy then decided that working from the top of our refridgerator would work better. I was a little concerned, as he isn't exactly a small person, and our fridge began making strange noises while he was atop it, pushing cables through the wall. This was going ok, I suppose, until he made the unfortunate choice to use our A/C unit (hung from the wall) as a mean to help himself up. Seconds later, I found myself observing the unit it a completely new arrangement, a little closer to the ground than the installers had in mind, and mostly detached from the wall. Tom and I glanced at each other, trying to hold in the laughter and shock as Bill claimed that he only touched the thing. We then spent about 15 minutes putting the thing back up. Of course, every time it was up, he would wiggle it up and down, leading to it coming of again, and to a quiet dialogue between Tom and myself about how someone was making a bad situation even worse...
In the end, they did manage to get the cable routed out the back, so I suppose it was a success of sorts for them...but our A/C is still a little crooked, and both it and the fridge are making noises not previously heard. All in all, I'm glad my bed isn't under the unit, as it likely will fall down any day now. But that's just life over here in Ramadi's "Microtown."
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