Cablecom

Cablecom: an incompetent Mexican cable company ready and willing to mess with any gringo in sight. So I splurged on an abroad TV to nurse my hungover days and accompany my morning coffee time. Little did I know that getting cable would take an entire month. It all began one afternoon back in the beginning of February when the previous tenant and I went to the cable company to transfer his bill to my name. No, no, no. Toooo complicated. But he had already paid through June so it was vale la pena... I guess. 2 hours later we leave the Cablecom store with a glimmer of hope that someone will come set up my box, etc. 2 weeks roll by. My native Spanish speaking friend calls them to inquire. Oh, you need a cable box? We'll send someone over next week. Next week: friend calls again. We'll be there at 4 on Thursday. Fine. 4 on Thursday it is. 4 on Thursday: nada. 5 on Thursday: We were there, where were you? Oh no ya don't! They did. And on we go until finally, TODAY, MARCH 12th, I get my cable box. Content at last and the only thing on that I can understand is Dora the Explorer.