calling a horny chick for cable installation

I never realized getting cable could be such a daunting task.

We don’t have it (probably the only people in America that don’t) so I call, three days before the start of Texas Longhorn football to see what I can do. Of course the package I saw online was not a package that would work for me. I also apparently needed to upgrade twenty more dollars of crap. So in frustration I hung up, against the guys will since he’s commission, but I knew in order to save my marriage I needed to talk to husband.

Husband let me know he needed every football channel available and hunting channels. And that we needed to cover all three TVs instead of just two for free.

So with this information I called back and got a new guy and attempted to talk to him during what sounded like Times Square on New Year’s Eve happening in his background. After spelling my last name four times and correcting his pronunciation of it three times I started over explaining what we needed. Of course the only option that offers all of that is the most expensive package. Or for three dollars extra a month I could add the hunting channels to the package I wanted.

With all of these new options I decided once again I needed to call husband because I couldn’t determine if we needed ten hunting channels. It was all too much pressure. On the phone with him I decided he would have to call. That way if he locked us into a two year contract and we got something we didn’t want I wasn’t to blame!

So I text him the number and wished him luck.

I apparently text him the wrong number because he text me back letting me know he had called a porn line and a lady came on to ask if he was horny. Oops.

When he hung up they text him so I’m pretty sure his number is forever ingrained in the porno annoy you line.

After giving him the correct number he called back only to hear different prices than I did.

Now he has a horny stranger texting him. And still no cable.