Cable is such a motherfucking ripoff! I’m closing on my house at the end of this week, and so I call Time Warner to set up cable and Roadrunner. Because I can’t live without Roadrunner, and I want a little bit of cable. Not a lot of cable, since I don’t want to sit around and watch it all day, just a little bit.
So from the website, which is a bit confusing, it seems I can get just nice basic cable for ten or fifteen bucks a month, plus whatever it is for Roadrunner. Sounds good, right? Ha! Obviously the website is maintained by a bunch of drunk monkeys who don’t even work for Time Warner.
Because I call. And it’s no problem to set up an account and all. But here’s where the fucking thing breaks the fuck down - I’m so pissed off I can’t even swear creatively. Because he starts me off saying there’s a special - 78 channels with an HD DVR and whatever for three TVs for 44something a month. (For the rest of the year, then it goes up.) And I say, what? I said I just wanted a little bit of cable.
Obviously nobody in the history of the fucking world has asked for just a little bit of cable (well, I can believe it here - all we do here is sit around in the air conditioning and watch cable and eat, but!). And he says, very reluctantly, his next offer. And I hope you are fucking ready for this.
“Well, I can give you just your local broadcasts for $11.95.”
And I think, well, maybe “local broadcasts” doesn’t mean what I think it does. So I ask him, “You mean the TV I get free from the air?”
“Yeah, your local broadcast TV.”
“You want me to pay you for free TV?”
“Well, that’s our cheapest plan.”
WHAT THE FUCK?! Broadcast TV is free. That’s the point. It’s my god-given right as an American to watch my fucking local news that comes through the fucking ether for FREE. Have I gotten so old that kids today are stupid enough to pay for a plan that’s just broadcast TV?! And Time Warner has no shame about this?! That’s like charging me to breathe the air! That’s like assessing a toll on the goddamned sunlight!
“Er… is there some sort of middle plan between the two of those?”
“Not really, ma’am.”
So here’s where I’m furious at myself. Instead of demanding to talk to somebody with the authority to be yelled at for their astounding temerity to charge me to watch Oprah, for fuck’s sake, I meekly go with the plan that, including Roadrunner, is going to be 74.90 (for the first three months, after which it goes up to 89.80.) What a fucking weakling I am!
I can’t even really muster the vitriol to call the Time Warner guy a goat felching asshat, because who’s the asshat? I’m the asshat. Surely everybody in this city isn’t paying either twelve bucks or 90 bucks, right? I’m gonna have to cut back elsewhere so I can pay for cable I don’t even want, all because I’m too fucking chickenshit to make a great big fuss about it! Would there have been a middle ground if I’d called and screamed at somebody for having the balls to charge me for afternoon soaps, for shit’s sake? Well, now I won’t know unless I meekly call back, and hell, I’d be scared to in case they intimidated me into getting more goddamned cable! (I will miss HBO On Demand, I admit.) Aaargh!
Isn’t anybody getting a little bit of cable?