Speechless...

That's me. After being at Comcrap's total disposal from 8a to 8p today, I still don't have service at Good House.

I'm feeling dangerously like Michael Douglas' character in Falling Down when the McDonald's cashier tells him they've already stopped serving breakfast (10 minutes too early).

All I can say about it is that the first (toothless) idiot was afraid of the dog next door. And six hours later, the second (ornately tattooed) dummy went AWOL during the 15 minutes I left to check on The D.

There's much more to the story, but I need to get to sleep. Busy day tomorrow...