Gawker: Bringing Brooklyn Writers and Cable Guys Together

Okay, so this is kinda fabulous...

The cable guy came over today to fix my cable. I have a small apartment, so while he was doing his thing, I went into the kitchen to stay out of the way. After a few minutes of washing dishes and whatnot, I peered back into the living room to see how he was doing and saw that he was using my laptop.

After having a slight heart attack (You don't mess with a person's computer when they're writing a 250-page book), I saw that he was logged onto a cable website checking out something with my modem so I didn't say anything (even though I did think it was a bit weird he didn't ask if he could use it.)

Realizing I needed to keep a closer eye on this guy, I went back into the living room and parked myself on the couch a few feet away from him, only to find that he was suddenly very chatty and overly friendly. Not only was he talking to me about this and that and cracking jokes, but after showing me everything was fixed, he sat down on the couch and proceeded to watch TV with me for a few minutes. (Note: A few minutes seems like a lifetime when it's just you and the cable guy.) The whole time I was sitting there thinking, "When's this dude gonna leave?"

Anyway, he eventually got up and left (slowly, though... He kept stalling like, "Can I use your bathroom?") so I went back to work. When I turned to my computer I quickly realized why the guy was so friendly.

Before he came over, I was reading Gawker, and when he went to go use my laptop, this was in the browser window (he would've had to click it to get a new tab to access the cable website):


Although the post has nothing to do with big black dildos, I'm pretty sure the cable guy (who, yes, was African-American) thought I was in the market for one, hence the reason he was so damn chatty.

Thanks for the graphics, Gawker. Really.