High Tech Comes to Greenwich

Your scribe is having a new telephone line put in - you know, one phone for each ear - and the Verizon people at first said no problem, we'll just flick a switch in our central office and you'll have your new dial tone. But such was not to be....

Came a technician, who left a message on line #1 saying that in your scribe's absence she was unable to gain access to the basement where the wires entered the house. Call for another appointment, she said.

After many tries, and much Muzak, your scribe finally reached an appointment- maker, who said they had nothing available for a week. Protests were useless, tears unavailing. Next week or next month, your choice.

This morning a second technician (finally) arrived, saying the basement had nothing to do with the situation. He grabbed a ladder off his truck, and climbed the telephone pole across the street. Moments later an agglomeration of twigs and straw came fluttering down. Turned out an old bird's nest was the problem. The technician folded his ladder and his tents (I speak metaphorically) and drove off towards the (Verizon) horizon. And now your scribe can carry on two phone conversations at once.

Ain't technology wonderful?