Nothing's sacred anymore...not even blonde beaver

So today was the day my husband and I decided to evaluate all our monthly bills, trying to see where we could cut a little spending so our budget's all tightened up over the next few months.

We looked at cell phones, made plans to cut the cleaners, and next on the list was analyzing our brutal monthly cable/digital phone/roadrunner bill with Time Warner Cable.

Here's the itemized page I normally fax in to my company for Internet reimbursement. I dialed the local Time Warner office, and an eagerly awaiting male representative named "Jay" took my call...

As my eyes scrolled down the bill, taking each line in one-by-one to see where I could stir up some possible savings, I suddenly stopped here:

"No Customer Service Representative Jay, we were NOT watching that new documentary on the mysterious African Blond Beaver five days before Christmas, you know, that very religious holiday where most people are in the midst of celebrating the significance of the birth of Jesus? And I am totally content with my bill and service and just wanted to call to let you know how well you do your job. Thank you very much for all you do."

Click.

God damn computerized billing.

Readers beware: the next time you have no children at home and have the opportunity to fondle your partner while educating yourselves on 24/7 Blond Beaver, DO NOT think this will be done in private. Nothing is sacred any more.

[And by the way, the whole notion of a true "Blond" beaver is still to be determined.]