CUSTOMER SERVICE REP (CSR): Hello, thank you for calling Big Ass Cable Company. We’ve already told the NSA how much porn you watched today. How may I help you?
BOOKSHELF Q. BATTLER: Hello, ma’am. Bookshelf Q. Battler here. I’d like to schedule an appointment to get a cable jack installed in my house.
CSR: (typing sounds). OK, Mr. Battler. I see here you just ordered an Awesome Box and it is on the way. I’ll schedule your tech visit after your Awesome Box’s arrival.
BQB: Oh, ok. Hey, listen, this might be confusing but I’ll try to explain. You see, I just got a new TV for my BQB office. I really shouldn’t have spent the money but, well, you can’t take it with you and I doubt I’m ever going to have a hot, big breasted blonde to spend the money on, so I figured I needed a brand new TV so I can see Ben Affleck’s hair plugs in high def whenever I watch “Reindeer Games” and relive my 1990s glory. Anyway, I ordered an Awesome Box for this TV but your company made a mistake and sent me a Suck Box instead.
CSR: Uh huh. I’m pretending to understand.
BQB: Well, at first I was irate, but then I just decided to re-order the Awesome Box and pray to Jesus that you get it right this time. In the meantime, you’re in luck, because your company’s incompetence has born fruit. I decided that at the low rate you’re offering the Suck Box, I can afford to attach it to a small TV in a room I rarely use.
CSR: OK. One moment please. Hold on…I’m processing this information.
BQB: Sorry, this has gotten so complicated. You know, to simplify this, we don’t really need to be worrying about any boxes. All I need is for a human being from your company to come to my BQB HQ and install a jack…
CSR: A jack?
BQB: Am I using the right terminology? An outlet? It’s the plate in the wall that you would attach the cable to your cable box and then in turn, you’d attach the box to your television.
CSR: I see. OK we can do that. I’m going to cancel your order for an Awesome Box and just make the note that the technician can bring an Awesome Box for your appointment and…(typing sounds)…oh, sir, I’m sorry but my system won’t let me arrange for a technician to install your Awesome Box until it arrives.
BQB: (breathes deeply and sighs for dramatic effect.) I’m sorry, maybe I’m not explaining this well.
CSR: That’s ok.
BQB: Why I am calling has nothing to do with any boxes.
BQB: The box situation is fine. We can stop talking about the boxes and move on.
BQB: What I need is a cable outlet installed…
CSR: For your new Awesome Box?
BQB: (breathes loudly and sighs.) No. Alright, let me try this again. I got a new TV.
BQB: The new TV is located in a position where there already is a cable jack in the wall.
CSR: Got it.
BQB: I ordered an Awesome Box to attach to this new TV via the already installed cable jack.
BQB: Your company, in error, sent me a Suck Box instead of the Awesome Box instead.
BQB: I don’t want a Suck Box for my Awesome TV. I want an Awesome Box for my Awesome TV. It’s in a room I spend a lot of time in. Ergo, I want to be able to watch Nicki Minaj videos where every little droplet of sweat pours off her copious butt cheeks in high definition surround sound, an experience that the Suck Box just can’t offer.
BQB: But, I have decided to reward your company’s stupidity. You see, there is a smaller, suckier TV in a room I rarely use. And, for the low rate you offer for the Suck Box, I figured I can attach the Suck Box to the Suck TV in the room I rarely use and I will rarely, ever watch this Suck TV with the Suck Box but I figure, you know, since you’re offering a cheap deal, it will be worth it whenever I have a family gathering and I can excuse myself from all the relatives and friends I despise. I can tell them I have to go to the room I don’t use and hang up my company’s coats or some bullshit that sounds like I’m working hard on my hosting duties, but really I’m going to just going to pull up a bean bag chair and watch Suck TV on the Suck box.
BQB: And for this rare occasion, I don’t need the high performance Awesome Box. I can get by with the low def for watching, I don’t know, the 11,000th episode of NCIS or whatever will be on while I’m hiding out from my guests next Thanksgiving, drowning my sorrows with cheap beer and wondering where I went so wrong and what can I do better next year so I’ll end up celebrating with people I actually like.
BQB: I don’t need much for my Suck TV. I don’t need HD to watch Fox News and learn how Trump’s farts cure cancer, or when I watch CNN and learn how Trump’s farts cause cancer, or when I watch MSNBC and learn how Trump’s farts cause cancer and AIDs, or when I watch C-SPAN and get to see the raw footage of Trump’s farts and am left to determine on my own their potential curative properties or lack thereof in relation to cancer.
CSR: OK I think I understand.
BQB: To review, I’ve got the boxes I need. Now, all I need is for a human being experienced in the installation of cable outlets to come to my house and install one.
CSR: Uh huh…. (typing sounds) …OK, sir, I’m sorry I’ve tried putting this into my system but I’m afraid I just can’t have the tech install your Awesome Box unless I cancel the delivery of the Awesome Box and…
(BQB covers the receiver. Screams loudly out of fury and exhaustion. Retreats to the fridge to eat half a cheesecake. Returns to the phone.)
BQB: Ma’am, please, I’m trying here. I really I am. Listen, let me break this down.
CSR: Fuck you, mansplainer.
BQB: Pardon me?
CSR: Sorry, bad connection.
BQB: OK. You work for a major cable company. Your company is in the business of providing channels that come into TVs via cable installations. My question is…
CSR: I understand your question, sir.
BQB: Do you? Because it sounds like you’re telling me that your cable company cannot install a cable jack and to me, that’s like going to Dunkin Donuts and being told by the worker at the counter that they only have peanut butter celery sticks, or showing up at Starbucks and being told I’m a shithead for thinking that they would have coffee.
BQB: So, ok, drumroll, moment of truth here, please, just yes or no, can your cable company, which is in the business of providing cable, install a cable outlet in my house?
CSR: Sir, if you’d like to install your Awesome Box on your own, that’s fine, we’d just have to.
BQB: Am I being Punk’d? Is Ashton Kutcher going to jump out of my closet and laugh at me?
CSR: I have no idea what that means.
BQB: I give up. I’ll just assume you’re telling me that you can’t install a jack.
CSR: A what?
BQB: (eats the other half of the cheesecake): Look, it’s fine. It’s not you. I blame the public school system. I need a cable jack. I’m not sure how it’s done. I think someone smarter than me crawls the fuck around in my attic and feeds a cable line down my wall and then cuts a hole with expert precision that, when all is said and done, will allow cable to appear on a television.
CSR: You could just plug your Awesome Box into the…
BQB: The Suck Box…Look, just…I….I’m sorry…I need to hang up now and crawl into a corner and curl up into the fetal position and question why my luck is so terrible.
BQB: Because seriously, whenever I look at Facebook, all my high school friends are playing golf and eating lobsters on yachts and jamming on guitars and strolling through Tuscany and I just know that whenever they call your company in need of a jack they just get a person who knows what to do…
CSR: Would you like to upgrade and get STARZ and CINEMAX for the low price of…
BQB: Goodbye. To the fetal position I go.