Is it too much to ask for my pay per view to actually work when I really, really need it.
My little turtledove was up early this morning (read: 2:30!!!!!), barfy and stoic. She's really a pro at this point. I've never seen anybody throw up as efficiently or prolifically as my first grader. Could she be bulemic? At seven? Nah. But she is sick, poor dear.
And now we're going to have to miss that field trip to the food coop this afternoon. Too bad, so sad!
Anyway, despite having paid a $10,000 monthly bill to Time Warner just last week, I'm apparently maxed out for pay-per-view. When I tried to order Fantastic Mr. Fox for my sick and barfy little person (to aid in her convalescence and my ability to actually get a goddamn thing accomplished this morning), I was told to call my customer service representative.
So, I called and got a kind-voiced rep (from Iowa? Calcutta? sure as shit couldn't have been BK!). As it turns out, because my PIC ordered the nose-bleed inspiring major league extra innings package—god forbid he miss a single Red Sox game. And yes: he is a die hard along with an inexplicable number of fellow Park Slopers—we are at our limit even though we are supposed to pay in four installments (of like a thousand bucks each).
So now my little patient is forced to watch Lazytown. And so am I.
But back to that Red Sox nation shite... Why are so many people in this hood Red Sox fans? It seems wrong. I know, I know: Brooklyn doesn't love the Yankees but does it have to love the enemy?