Alas, for the second time in two weeks, the technician failed to show up during the appointed 12-5 pm window. For the second time in two weeks, the dharma prince sensed something was fishy at 4 pm, when there was still no sign of the techie's arrival. For the second time in two weeks, dp's telephone inquiries were rebuffed first by an automated hold machine, second by a Halsted Communications rep who claimed the techie claimed there was no one home (while I've literally been sitting in the window seat above the front door since 12:30) and then would only offer to reschedule again, and third by DIRECTV's nonexistent customer service. Today, flaky Lacey, after seemingly trying to help by intervening in a conference call with Hallsted, lost dp in a deadend phone loop, and the signal eventually went busy. At this point, dp was deeply pissed.
Steaming mad on full tilt, dp was definitely poised to do something crazy, much like this angry grandma:
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But then dp remembered his damn philosophy (pertaining to both dignified protest and due process), and... FLICK, dp just let it go. If Albi the Racist Dragon can learn to rise above discriminatory persecution, so too can dp.
Really, that's the only test a prospective FLICKster must pass: s/he should be able to live and let be. So, dp will flick away DIRECTV insanity... until we meet again Oct. 16 for take three.
In the meantime, here's a fun test to measure another important FLICKster characteristic, gambling instinct:
Gambler's quiz
