We should probably play the lottery given what happened one morning this week. Like I imagined most homes on weekday mornings, ours is one of delicate routine. A spinning top on a slick, glass table. Sometimes the top spins along effortlessly. Sometimes a slight wobble can be corrected. Sometimes the wobble upends the top and sends it skittering across the floor. Then there are the mornings that the top skitters off the table, across the floor, knocks over a candle, sets the drapes on fire and just submarines your day. This morning wasn’t quite a five alarm job, but it was close. Let’s just say this is one scenario that none of The Books covered.
Here’s how it all went down:
First, it was cold this morning, so Michelle went outside to start the car, leaving Cece and Lola alone for a moment in the living room. I imagine most crazy stories include the words “for a moment” at some point in the narrative. Anyway, our front door squeaks on its hinges. One of those repairs that Dad has still not gotten around to fixing. That signature squeak is a claxon for Lola to come running and check things out in case a butcher is dropping by with a case of ribs and franks. On cue, Lola jumped from her perch on the couch, knocking the blanket to the floor, and dashed to the door. Now the remote was on the blanket, which is now on the floor. Cece manages to roll over and find the remote. (Hey a toy!) It doesn’t stop there. She manages to both turn on the TV and change the channel to 399. Extreme cage fighting. Pay per view. Turns out Cece is a fan of the fights. She had no qualms about forking over $39.99 for a fight. Even hit the confirm button a few times for good measure. I mean who doesn’t want to see blood and cauliflower ears before seven in the morning?
After patiently listening to a lecture from a Comcast rep, we found out that we weren’t all that unique. Comcast even has a policy for it. Call within five minutes and they grant you a one time get out of jail free card for this type of scenario. It only takes two more days of follow up pestering to get them to follow through and credit your account.