We spent the day in Oakland, so my father could meet a like-minded satellite fanatic and "pick his brains." Within five minutes of meeting this man, he informed us that he was unemployed and his wife had left him last week.
Lesson Number One, Dad: Ninety percent of the boys you meet over the internet are losers.
Nonetheless, my father spent eight hours (count them!) at this man's house flipping through channels—not watching any but just seeing what he's got.
So my mother and I ran errands and made due. We bought printer cartridges and phone cards and shoes and books and cough drops.
It was irritating but fine. I think what got me, though, was what he said as climbed into my car:
"Thank you for your patience waiting for me today. I don't ask for much."
Gracious?—no, not really.
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