Sunday, June 23, 2019
Tick tock, tick tock…I wasn’t in a hurry, but holy cow, how long does it take at an ATM machine. Punch in a code, pick an option, press a button and take your cash.
It was at least ten minutes. This dude was punching numbers on his phone punching something on the ATM, taking money from the machine, putting money back in the machine, punching something on his phone, do it over again…
Finally, after about 15 minutes, which is seven and a half hours in ATM machine waiting time, the dude was done.
Eleven seconds later I had my cash and was on the way home.
We left for the shore and in less than an hour we were at our house (room off the garage of Mrs. C’s Aunt’s house). We opened the front door, but there were two locks. We only had a key for one lock. Mrs. C got on the phone and we waited.
Left a voice mail.
We finally got a call back and were given the code to the garage door. It did not work; sea air and electronics do not do well together.
“Maybe Cousin Mike will have an answer.” We were told.
We waited to hear from Cousin Mike.
Cousin Mike did have an answer. It was a really funny solution that if I posted about it, I would be fed to the sharks.
Really funny story.
Cannot tell it.
So, we moved into our home by the ocean, unpacked and before we left for dinner and food shopping I had to test the TV cable hook up.
The box said “booting”, then “Hold”, then “Hold”, then “Hold”. This was No Bueno.
Called the Cable people and after all kinds of checking and questions it was determined our cable box was fried, probably from a recent storm.
Get a new box at the cable store in the morning.
Mrs. C and I do not do well without TV. I could watch the Yankee game on the computer and then had to…Gasp…read.
Oh well, the next morning we went to the store and waited in a short line to get the new box.
This one dude was at the desk forever. He kept asking questions, signing stuff, asked more questions, signed more stuff, read over twenty pages of instructions/ contracts…
We had to put quarters in to our parking meter three times.
Finally, he was done and about seventeen seconds later we had our new box and we were headed home.
The new box worked. We headed for the beach.
No more waiting.
We then heard from a very close friend who has gone through some difficult health procedures recently. All was well, except there was a set- back possibly unrelated to the previous issue.
He was in the ER, waiting for some maybe very scary results.
His wife is an absolute wreck waiting for the results.
What the Hell was I complaining about?