A Mother's Balancing Act

Time Warner - 125th in the Queue? Really?

So, I opened my email today and had the following from Time Warner:

Need Help? Let's Chat.    

You can get the answers you need quickly and easily online. Our Chat service offers:

• 24/7 access to live Chat agents
• A user friendly format
• Easy-to-find links throughout our website
• Advanced technology that can provide remote diagnostics for your Road Runner^® Broadband

As it happened, our phone line, which we run through them, wasn't working, so I thought, "Sure, let's give it a try." (Let's just call that Mistake #57 w/me and Time Warner...we have a history).

When I got to the Chat screen, I had to give them a bunch of personal data, but presumably, they already have that, along with the rights to my 1st born child, so I gave them what they wanted, and the next screen said this:

You are waiting for an analyst to assist you.

You are currently 125 in the queue.

 

125? Really, Time Warner? How do you even type that with a straight face? How do you maintain any semblance of business integrity when you tell someone that they are 125th in line to CHAT with one of your extremely intelligent customer advisers?

 

125th in line?

 

Wow, Time Warner, you have taken service to a whole new level. I'm not quite sure how this qualifies for 24/7, other than stringing me along for my whole day off. I get to blog while I'm waiting. I suppose there's that. Um, yeah...

 

Balanced Babe - Molly Wendland

Creeper at the Movies

OK, is it just me, or is it weird for a guy to go to the movies, by himself, with the intent of picking up women?

Creepers. Yuck!

So, my High School Daughter (HS Girl) and I went to a movie the other night (Super 8 - which was great, by the way), and we decided to stop in line at the concessions. We were third in line and discussing what to get.

Balanced Babe: Mmm...I haven't had popcorn in forever. We have to get some.

HS Girl: I don't like movie popcorn...it's too salty.

BB: How could you not like movie popcorn? It's the best...it's so bad for us...but I don't care. Yum-oh.

HS Girl: I want something sweet.

BB: (whispering) I have M&M's...

Just then, Creeper (directly in front of us) turns around and grins leers at us. He has to kind of peer up at us - me, 5'11, and HS Girl, towering above him in all of her own teen stretched out glory, complete with braid down to her waist.

BB: Uh...helloo??

Creeper: I like to listen.

BB: Uh, yes...? (expecting him to utter some sort of excuse or apology for eavesdropping)

Creeper: And I've always loved tall women, so I couldn't help myself...

HS Girl: (eyes wide, smirk on her face, speechless)

BB: OKayyy...

Creeper turns back around.

HS Girl: (whispering) Flash your wedding ring!!! (explodes into a flood of giggles...)

Can I just say, "Not ok, Creeper Dude. Not ok." And as far as I'm concerned, he wasn't necessarily focused on me. My daughter was oblivious, but she can easily be taken for older than her 16 years. He could have been hitting on either one of us. In the end, her laughter shamed him on his creeper's way.

But, YUCK!

This is why women never, ever, ever, ever want to go to the movies alone...God forbid. Reminds me of the old Mad TV skit... "Can I Have Your Number?" Hilarious. In that case, the "creeper" was played by a young woman, dressed as a young man. Too funny.

Balanced Babe - Molly Wendland