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Turned the TV on this afternoon after work and I get a never-before seen full-screen prompt, uppercase: "YOUR TV OR YOUR CABLES ARE NOT EQUIPPED FOR HDTV- PRESS EXIT TO ACKNOWLEDGE AND GO TO STANDARD DEF RECEPTION."
What thu? I messed with that long enough to get mad and Sue Unit got on the case quickly. Literally before I knew it, she had DirectTV on the phone.
Back and forth. She had the hard-wired phone and was telling me what the lady on the phone was asking, trying to troubleshoot the problem, and naturally the cord wouldn't reach.
What's the last four digits of your so-and-such number, behind the door that you have to open on the receiver? Dang, I had to get the flashlight and crawl on the floor and squinch these eyes to see it. I called out the numbers and the lady on the phone could hear it easily from across the room with Unit's amplified phone.
Finally Unit said, Will you talk to this lady?"
Nice Lady. Very nice. She said, "Can you check to see which input your TV it is set to monitor?"
Yeah, hold on. So where's the remote? All of an instant sudden I had lost the remote. I had it in my hand ten seconds ago, but now it's gone. Nowhere to be found.
Not liking it at all when things go wrong to start with, I lost my cool. I got mad at me and said pretty loud, "So where in the F*** is the GD remote???!!?" <<No doubt the nice lady on the phone heard that really well.>>
Unit said, "It's right there on the floor beside the flashlight where you left it when you opened the door on the receiver."
Oh.
The TV input. The last thing I did last night was to race cars on the X-Box and you have to switch inputs to do that. So I didn't switch the TV back to the correct input.
There it is.
After cussing up a vulgar storm I went back to the phone and said, "Thank you m'am. That was the problem, it sure was, thank you so much."
Still smiling with her voice she asked if there was anything else she could do to help us.
No thank you ma'm, I won't be calling you again this evening and thank you for your help.
Idiot. Idiot in the mirror.
What thu? I messed with that long enough to get mad and Sue Unit got on the case quickly. Literally before I knew it, she had DirectTV on the phone.
Back and forth. She had the hard-wired phone and was telling me what the lady on the phone was asking, trying to troubleshoot the problem, and naturally the cord wouldn't reach.
What's the last four digits of your so-and-such number, behind the door that you have to open on the receiver? Dang, I had to get the flashlight and crawl on the floor and squinch these eyes to see it. I called out the numbers and the lady on the phone could hear it easily from across the room with Unit's amplified phone.
Finally Unit said, Will you talk to this lady?"
Nice Lady. Very nice. She said, "Can you check to see which input your TV it is set to monitor?"
Yeah, hold on. So where's the remote? All of an instant sudden I had lost the remote. I had it in my hand ten seconds ago, but now it's gone. Nowhere to be found.
Not liking it at all when things go wrong to start with, I lost my cool. I got mad at me and said pretty loud, "So where in the F*** is the GD remote???!!?" <<No doubt the nice lady on the phone heard that really well.>>
Unit said, "It's right there on the floor beside the flashlight where you left it when you opened the door on the receiver."
Oh.
The TV input. The last thing I did last night was to race cars on the X-Box and you have to switch inputs to do that. So I didn't switch the TV back to the correct input.
There it is.
After cussing up a vulgar storm I went back to the phone and said, "Thank you m'am. That was the problem, it sure was, thank you so much."
Still smiling with her voice she asked if there was anything else she could do to help us.
No thank you ma'm, I won't be calling you again this evening and thank you for your help.
Idiot. Idiot in the mirror.
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