So my gal tells me (yesterday) that one of her friends (a single gal) is having trouble with her cable box/VCR/TV combo. Something’s not quite right, and she wonders if I can come over sometime during the day and look it over.
Today, I did just that. I went over to her house during my lunch break, looked at the connections (sure enough, some of the cables weren’t right), fixed it, set her time, and gave her a quick course in how to program it.
She then gave me some brownies for my trouble, and I was on my way back to the office.
Odd. . . that’s never the way it happens on Cinemax. . . .
