Cable Guy Life: The Crying Lady

For those of you who know me, you know I am not a sympathetic person. I believe that everything that happens to a person is a direct result of a choice they made. I don't blame fate or God or someone else. This is part of the reason I'm not very good at sympathy. I can put myself in a persons shoes, but I rarely feel sorry for them.

I went to a job a few weeks ago. The house was a shithole. I'm not sure why, but it seems that everyone who lives in a shithole has at least 4 large dogs in their back yard. I like dogs as pets, but I don't understand why dirty people absolutely love them. I never get crazy cat ladys with shitholes, just Grizzly Addams in his underwear with his 4-10 dogs. This house was no exception. Grizzly was in his mustard stained wife beater. 6 dogs on chains. A bunch of chickens. And dogshit everywhere. Grizzly was nice and less crude then most of the Grizzlies I meet. He was a very um "simple" person. I was installing the cable for his aunt. She had recently moved into the back attachement. I don't say room, cuz the house was more of a collection of trailers put together like legos.

Eventually I got done with the wiring inside and met the aunt who I was doing the job for. A nice older lady. She was looking at pictures. I asked a few questions as to where she wanted it set up and clarified with her how I was going to run it and went back to work. When I was done and asked her to sign my paperwork she wanted to show me a picture of someone. As she handed me the picture, she trembled and dropped it, breaking the glass frame into a million pieces. Then she burst into tears and was hugging me for comfort. I have never felt more awkward. After a few moments , the simpleton walked in on us and she went to hugging him. I drew a scribble across the signature (forging her name), said "have a good day," and hurried my skinny white ass right the fuck on out of there. I have the trouble feeling sympathetic towards friends and family. Strangers are right the hell out.