Went to creepy Comcast in Manahawkin and had to wait in line for roughly 25 minutes simply to exchange the defective remote. Big C (yes, it's a cancer on society--ha!) operates out of a tiny, cramped space--the converted foyer of a split level house--and there's no place to sit. Here, they do all Comcast transactions, including disputes about a bill, turning in equipment, and for all I know, arranging play dates. Two harried women take care of annoyed, irate "customers," who pay an arm and a leg for increasingly complicated electronics, mysterious glitches, and indifferent service. It's really weird that they sit behind what seems to be bullet-proof Plexiglas and when you need to turn in or get equipment, there's a kind of box that opens both ways. For cryin' out loud, are they afraid somebody will be so pissed at having missed "Lost" that they'll come in shooting? Crazy world.
Yes, I still hate Comcast with a passion, but it's the only game in town.
Earlier, I stopped at SOCH thrift store to drop off some of the gleanings from the closets. Enjoyed Scrabble group at Pat's later and attended rehearsal last night, Today, I'm meeting acting buddy, Ellen for lunch; she plays Ouiser in "Magnolias."