Atta Boy

My husband is the cable guy.  Not *the* cable guy as in Larry.  But the cable guy as in Comcast.  He goes into, under and above houses installing cable television, phone, video, etc. He works hard, he is good-looking. People appreciate his hard work and honesty.  He gets tips: money, bottles of wine, cookies, a cold soda on a hot day, etc.  Occassionally, he has women customers.  Not a problem.

But one thing I didn't get was that some chicks actually, brace yourself, live in porn-land. Like they really expect my poor, tired husband to be standing at their front door saying in a skizzy voice, "I'm here to give you the 'deluxe package.'" Really. And they are disappointed when he just comes in and fiddles with their TVs instead of their double D's.  When all he's trying to do is make sure he meets the time frames of all the calls pitched at him all willy-nilly and in a manner that gets him home sometime before midnight.

At the end of the service call, when hubby announces what the service charge will be, undaunted by a thus far lackluster visit, they ask if there is something they can do to avoid the bill. Sigh....Really?  I mean, it's only $100 or so...and when they scheduled the appointment they must have known.  

Hubby thinks that by telling me these things it is making our relationship healthy.  That he is showing that he's being truthful, noble, a stand-up good guy and wonderful husband.  He is all of these things, but I know that he's only sharing because he wants that ever-elusive "Atta Boy" for doing the right thing.  So there you go hubby, ATTA BOY.

Now that being said, I think it is important to note that the va-jay-jay (or any other oriface)that's being used to pay for the cable bill, is the same va-jay-jay that's keeping the electricity on, or the water from being shut off. It may even be paying the property tax. That's pretty gross.

So definitely, hubby, ATTA BOY for doing the right thing and not bringing home some nastiness. I believe that's why I married you. :o)

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I sat there wide-eyed with my jaw on the ground not being able to tear myself away to try and get ready for work. I couldn't even fathom what was happening or why. All I knew was that a plane flew into the tower. I didn't know details.