I was visited by Wayne and Joshua Friday afternoon. They came in their blue shirts and white truck. It was a DirecTV trouble call.
“Two of you? Has word gotten out I’m tough?” I asked as they walked across the street toward me.
They were here to fix a weird problem. Last Sunday we couldn’t get all the football games on the downstairs TVs. I know, 21st Century problem. After Channel 707 the guide skipped to 719. The Eagles played on 708.
I won’t make you wait. Months ago when I (me… the responsible party) programmed out infomercial and other unwanted channels, I also programmed out half the NFL. Not on purpose. Then I forgot about it entirely.
I’m a nerdy guy who prides himself on knowing his way around. I wouldn’t have found this error on my own in a million years! I am embarrassed.
I tried to apologize, but they were having none of it. It was fine. Shit happens. They didn’t actually say that, but you get the idea.
In a few minutes they were gone. I will live with this forever.