I'm was so upset about my television reception as it has been
non-existent lately. I spent hours checking our wires and connections. I
did everything short of calling the cable company. I took a step
outside to see if there was something wrong on the outside of the house.
Wouldn't you know it? Peterson went and got satellite tv! That dirty
#%#@! I was getting my cable from him for five years until now. What a
jerk! Now both my neighbors on either side of me have satellite tv
service and from what I read I can't just tap into their lines -- the tv
providers make you buy a receiver to get their signals because they
need a receiver serial number or something like that to activate it.
Instead of removing my now useless hidden cables I'll leave my “tap-ins”
to the land cables as they are (I left the cables to the Millers house
when they converted to satellite and I subsequently moved my hook-up to
the Petersons). I had a plan.
When it got dark I grabbed Junior
out from bed. We stealthily entered the Peterson's backyard and their
back porch. I showed Junior how I wanted him to come out twice a week,
late at night, and turn the Peterson's dish out from it's alignment. We
then went to the Millers and I watched him do as I showed him at the
Petersons. He had a little more trouble with theirs because it's mounted
to the side of the house so he had to use their pool skimmer to reach
the dish. Smart kid.
Meanwhile I'll write to the providers as
“Peterson” or “Miller” and request the service be turned off, change the
billing addresses, and so on. At least twice a week my neighbors will
be complaining to their provider about their poor reception and service
and, hopefully, soon I will have my cable tv back.
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