I hate Comcast.
I'm not a violent guy, but if Comcast was a person, I'm pretty sure I would have gone to his house by now and punched him in the throat.
There's a difference between bad business with poor customer service and service so unbelievably pitiful that it is offensive and insulting to the customer. A big shout out to Comcast for accomplishing the latter.
So instead of spending the beautiful morning outside with my wife and kids, I spent just short of three hours on the phone with Comcast being transferred, put on hold, disconnected, and feeling my blood pressure soar. Finally, what should have been a ten minute phone call came to an end -- and nothing was fixed.
Sadly, this is what I've come to expect of Comcast over the past year so I'm not surprised.
Now that I have that off my chest, it was still another beautiful day here in Middle America as Charlotte has finally decided she's ready to be done with training wheels on her bike.
After having the kids up late for VBS every night for the past week, we decided to keep them up one more time and join my in-laws for some free outdoor music. Gorgeous weather, some live blues and zydeco, a picnic dinner...and a two-year-old wound up and listening to no one.
Okay, really he wasn't all that obnoxious. Just enough, though, to take the evening from relaxing and fun to a little stressful and tense for Amy and me.
Anyway, you're familiar with the Karate Kid and Honey, I Shrunk the Kids, right?
Well, how about this picture my pal Rich shared on Instagram? Honey, I Shrunk the Karate Kid!
The Summer of Tim continues...