The other day I had to set up an appointment with Comcast, because my modem was broken and my cable TV service was not working. I had to have someone wait at the house for the 'technician' from 2:00PM-4:PM. So, I got a call from my friend to tell me that cable guy was there. Naturally, just my luck, it was a nigger! I said to put him on the phone, but my friend said he was climbing the pole (to replace my modem? WTF?). I said to have the yard-ape call me when it shimmied back down. Now, I get the call after a while, and it ooks to me that it replaced the line to the house. I said it was brand new, as it had just been replaced after the October snowstorm. It said it had a weak signal at the pole, so I asked the useless shitskin why he replaced my line. He said he didn't know what else to do, I suggested that he call for a line crew to check it out. Then I asked him if he replaced the modem, and he said that he couldn't because it costs money to replace it (again, WTF?) I said they could just add it to my bill, and he finally coonfessed that he didn't grab any modems from the warehouse in the morning. I asked the stupid nigger why he would not bring a modem to a call for a broken modem. Again he replied "I dunno". When I came home, my cable was restored. I went to Staples today to buy a new modem, but when I got home, the cable was out again. @#$%^%$%^&^!!! I saw a 'line crew' on the street today, and you guessed it, NIGGERS! One was smoking a cigarette, while the other ooked on it's sail-fome. No wonder the cable is still out. Infuriated, I called Comcast. "Ma name is Lawanda, an how kin ah hepp yoo?" I just hung up. I am able to access the internet sparingly via the boys' iphone. I guess I'll try again tomorrow.