I have a Comcast update. So as not to confuse Tim, I’ll use only simple sentences. So as not to anger Wick, I’ll use, if not the Queen’s English, something better than the proletarian stuff he despises. Here goes.
Two hours late, the Comcast guy knocked on our door yesterday afternoon. After fiddling with some wires for a time, he told my girlfriend he could not install the cable. One of the lines through which the cable flowed did not work. (This may explain why my basic cable was less than basic.) My girlfriend asked if the guy who could fix the problem was in the area. The Comcast guy said we’d need to make another appointment.
We are still waiting to reschedule.