"My watch hath told me toward my grave, I have travelled but two hours." (12th Night)

A few days ago I got my AT&T (formerly Bell South) local phone service bill for the usual amount of $27, but attached to it was also a bill from some other company I never heard of who was charging me for some cockamamie services I also never heard of. I called AT&T and asked them what was going on with that attachment. Their response was that I should contact that company to get the answer to my question. I said that since AT&T had it on their own bill, why should I have to call the other company, but their reply was not acceptable. I entered the company's name on Google and found there were numerous complaints about them; consequently I decided not to pay that part of the bill. This was the second time in two months since AT&T took over Bell South that strange charges appeared on my bill--so I decided to find another phone company and I did. Comcast had a special promotion going on whereby if I had their internet service and cable--which I do--then I could get their digital phone service with unlimited local and long distance service for less than what I was paying AT&T for just local service. Thus to continue making a short story longer, I now have Comcast for everything talkable, watchable, and surfable.

But that's not the end of this Cirque de Soleil show. The guy from Comcast who was supposed to come here between 11 and 2 to install the new service never showed up until 4pm. This being late is nothing new in the State of Florida. It seems everything here comes up late. If your doctor's appointment is at 2pm and at 3pm you ask the receptionist if you are invisible, she says, "Oh, Sorry. The doctor is running late." If you are in a restaurant and if your entree hasn't come for a half hour after you've finished your soup or salad, the server says, "Oh, sorry. The kitchen is running late." In the beauty parlor, according to my wife, if her nail appointment is at 1pm. and she hasn't been called until 4pm, she is informed that the beautician had an emergency hangnail patient and is "running late." In the dental office, you are awestruck when you only have to wait 10 minutes before they bring you into a room, seat you in a chair and claim that "...the doctor will be right with you." Forty-five minutes later, with your teeth chattering from the A/C freeze, you say to yourself, "Oh, he must be running late." Even at the Pompano Race Track, you look for the horse you just bet on, and when you ask the cashier where the horse finished, his reply would be, "Oh, he ran late!" Well, since all this seems to be the trend and the culture in Condoland, hopefully, your "maker" will also run late before he gives you the bucket to kick.