the idea of getting rid of my fucking television has been ruminating in my head almost since i moved up here. and by television i mean satellite. directv. whatever you wanna call it.
this is what sent me over the edge.
the next day i called directv to cancel and soon found myself speaking to what seemed like some sort of head honcho customer service woman. she tried. man, did she try. i tried every angle, starving student, you know the drill. and then i had to lay it on her.
“lady. all right. i’m just gonna be honest with you. the shit that’s on there. it’s just poison, man. it’s just a way the man controls us. all of us. and i’m just sick of it. and the stuff i still wanna watch. like ‘walking dead,’ i’ll just download illegally. okay, lady?”
“so, we can have service disconnected for you in two business days at the most. well send you a return kit for the receiver. the instructions will be inside.”
you can call me the nerd outlaw.