From a frustrated, TV-craving FBvian:
When I called yesterday to report that I had no cable channels, the Time-Warner lady SWORE there were no outages in my neighborhood. Nobody but me seemed to be having trouble, she said, so I must have done something evil to my cable box. Soonest appointment for cable man — Thursday afternoon. I had seen cable trucks around my block all day. I suspect they snipped something that now denies me Bravo and BBC America, which I cannot live without.
Still no cable today, and I just returned from Premier Club a few blocks from my house, and they don’t have cable reception either. So something’s up. Why do cable weasels lie!