For the past two days, Phil has been doing his darnedest to get ESPN on our new receiver. We purchased a package that includes lots of sports channels (in my opinion), but Phil tells me that this isn't enough. He NEEDS ESPN. And fair enough, I pleaded that I needed an apron with cupcakes on it the other day.
So - a colleague took him to a store where he could purchase an additional card that would give him three channels of ESPN. He rushed home yesterday to try it out and.....NOTHING. It didn't work. Of course, the typical Middle East frustrations began when he called to report it. The man on the phone promised that he would send a technician at 8 o'clock....then he pushed it to 10 o'clock....and then he told Phil to call him at 10:30 this morning. After several un-answered attempts between 10:30 and noon.....Phil decided to walk over and "take care of it". Hmmmm......he went with the male half of "The Brits" (the term we use to describe the British couple, also done to protect them from their own celeb-potential), and neither of them have returned yet.
In summary, Phil loves sports. Phil paid for ESPN. ESPN didn't work. Phil was lied to. Phil got mad. Phil even drank non-alcoholic beer last night. Oh no.
It's times like this that I believe we may be deported.
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