Back at Christmastime one of the kids had asked for a pedal for their guitar. Dad ended up getting the gift. Not knowing what cords were necessary to plug such an accessory in, he slipped a little money into an envelope and taped an extra phone cord to the envelope as a physical representation of the words he had scrawled on the envelope. In the end, Dad explained that he didn't know what cords to get.
This morning Jamie woke me to tell me that a box had arrived. Normally I would roll over and go back to sleep. But not today. For the past five days we have been on the phone with The Name That Won't Be Uttered trying to get internet service--and the equipment necessary for using said service. By UPS, early this morning, we received this box. After shaking the box, Jamie pulled it open and emptied the contents onto the table.
After hearing the news of said box's arrival, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and rifled through the bevy of papers and picked up two bright-colored cords wrapped neatly with twist ties.
"What the hell is this?" It was a phone cord and an ethernet cord, but I realized this though I'd already spoken. I had a whole box of such cords myself, though they weren't wrapped up so nicely. They were more like one big tangle.
What I realized then was not only that I needed more than just a green phone cord and a yellow ethernet cord, but I also realized that everyone in the world has such a plethora of these cords that The Name That Won't Be Uttered can afford to tauntingly send us such cords by UPS.
Thanks. That made my whole day--especially the part of the instructions that showed pictures of all the other equipment I needed that wasn't in the box.
Maybe I should shove that giant tangle of cords in my cord box into another box and ship it back to The Name That Won't Be Uttered. Then they can wrap them neatly in twist ties and taunt us all with them.
Then again, maybe I'll just keep my cords.
This morning Jamie woke me to tell me that a box had arrived. Normally I would roll over and go back to sleep. But not today. For the past five days we have been on the phone with The Name That Won't Be Uttered trying to get internet service--and the equipment necessary for using said service. By UPS, early this morning, we received this box. After shaking the box, Jamie pulled it open and emptied the contents onto the table.
After hearing the news of said box's arrival, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and rifled through the bevy of papers and picked up two bright-colored cords wrapped neatly with twist ties.
"What the hell is this?" It was a phone cord and an ethernet cord, but I realized this though I'd already spoken. I had a whole box of such cords myself, though they weren't wrapped up so nicely. They were more like one big tangle.
What I realized then was not only that I needed more than just a green phone cord and a yellow ethernet cord, but I also realized that everyone in the world has such a plethora of these cords that The Name That Won't Be Uttered can afford to tauntingly send us such cords by UPS.
Thanks. That made my whole day--especially the part of the instructions that showed pictures of all the other equipment I needed that wasn't in the box.
Maybe I should shove that giant tangle of cords in my cord box into another box and ship it back to The Name That Won't Be Uttered. Then they can wrap them neatly in twist ties and taunt us all with them.
Then again, maybe I'll just keep my cords.
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