The cable guy showed up around 9:30. He was a talkative, lanky, middle aged guy who took me up on my offer of coffee (I don't trust people who don't accept a cup of joe).
We talked about music, wires, and overloading electrical sockets (yes it's true, we blew a fuse here at the villa today, necessitating a trip to Radio Shack to get a brand new power strip).
As he worked on installing the new phone jack, he said, "By the way, that was the best cup of coffee I've had in a long time. Tastes just like the coffee at Canter's Deli in Los Angeles ".
My eyes grew wide and I said, "Wow, I was there way back in the 70's! Great coffee and excellent sandwiches."
He turned to me and said, "I lived in L.A. from 1977 through 81, ate at Canter's all of the time! Did you live there?"
"Nah," I said changing the subject, "Just spent a lost weekend there back in 78."
"Great place to get lost," he replied finishing up with the phone jack.
He was wearing cargo shorts, this lanky displaced Californian cable guy, and on his left leg he had a tattoo of a dragon that wrapped around and then disappeared up and into the no-mans-land under the shorts. He caught me checking it out.
"Got that in Malibu about a hundred years ago."
That's about when the fuse blew and everything electrical on the right side of the living room and kitchen went dead.
On the short trip to Radio Shack, I figured out who he reminded me of. He looked like the lead singer of the band, X; John Doe.
When I got back he was on his cell phone to the Comcast office trying to get my new phone line authenticated. He looked up and joked, "Hey, make yourself comfortable ... oh that's right you live here!"
Smirking at his comment I made my way to the sofa and picked up the brand new fancy remote with about a million buttons on it and went crazy with all of the new stations and pausing and rewinding of live shows...nothing says Nirvana like a new remote control and cable box!
Finishing up, he gathered up my old remote and box and said, "Going to donate these to The Smithsonian, I reckon." (yup, he said I reckon). I told him to sell them on eBay, since everyone knows you can find someone, anyone to buy a piece of junk there.
After the lanky, middle aged cable guy left I went back to the remote and the television to discover all of the nifty things I've got now (picture in a picture amongst other things!)...
Sometimes I just love technology; now if you'll all excuse me I have 77 episodes of The Munsters to catch up on!