Waiting For Perfection

Years ago, I was riding into town with my grandpa in his new '46 Ford, when we came upon an old fellow who had a successful farm just next to Grandpa's. This old man was walking toward town. Grandpa picked him up and in a little teasing manner asked the farmer why he didn't spend a little of his money and buy a car. The farmer replied, "I'm gonna do that, but I'm waiting for them to get 'em perfected."
I feel the same way about TV cable service. Yesterday, I switched service for the fourth time. I have had satellites that went out on cloudy days, cables that failed in the middle of ballgames, and periods of weeks with a dead screen. Last October, I was having a big problem and the company I was using came out, inspected, and said they had connected my cable improperly. They ran a long wire from the street across my yard and to the connection point at the side of my house. A company was supposed to come out and bury the cable post haste. In January I called again and was told it would take a week or so to complete the task. When I called again last week I was told the burial people were so swamped  they would make no promise about coming out. That's when I changed service. Yesterday, the men came out to connect me up and I spend the whole day changing everything around.
This morning, I was telling the guys down at the barbershop about my ordeal. One guy seemed particularly distressed. He said, "Man, I'm glad that burial company don't work for the funeral home."