OK, another addendum, in which I have to admit to marked carelessness, if not outright stupidity: after cancelling the Comcast/Xfinity internet service, we took the equipment yesterday to their local store and came home. Then last evening, when we got ready to watch a DVD movie from the library, I picked up the remote and stared blankly at where the Blu-ray player was supposed to be. No Blu-ray player. Nothing. And the realization struck that when I had been bundling up the Xfinity gear I had accidentally also unplugged and packed the Blu-ray player and its power cord and HDMI cable into the same paper grocery bag.
First thing this morning we went back to the store and explained the mistake. The young lady there looked around for no more than 30 seconds on a racked cart full of electronic parts, found one paper sack, and said, 'This is all there is.' The sack obviously was not the one I had left. I asked if I could look through the parts, and she shrugged and said, 'Sure.' I looked through the large bins full of gear but did not find my stuff. I asked her if it might have been put somewhere else, and she first said no, but then said reluctantly that she would look in a back room. She went back into another room but came back in another 30 seconds to say it wasn't there. At that point, very frustrated, I searched again through the big cart without finding the player. I was about to give up and ask to talk to a manager when a young man came out of the back room holding my player. He gave it to me and said he hadn't seen the power cord or cable. When he saw my irritated facial expression, he went back and looked again, coming back almost immediately with both the power plug-in and the cable.
I guess the morals of the story are:
1. When you're getting old and your little gray cells are failing, BE CAREFUL. Double check.
2. Always be persistent when asking for service or assistance at a store where some of the employees clearly don't give a damn about actually helping.
First thing this morning we went back to the store and explained the mistake. The young lady there looked around for no more than 30 seconds on a racked cart full of electronic parts, found one paper sack, and said, 'This is all there is.' The sack obviously was not the one I had left. I asked if I could look through the parts, and she shrugged and said, 'Sure.' I looked through the large bins full of gear but did not find my stuff. I asked her if it might have been put somewhere else, and she first said no, but then said reluctantly that she would look in a back room. She went back into another room but came back in another 30 seconds to say it wasn't there. At that point, very frustrated, I searched again through the big cart without finding the player. I was about to give up and ask to talk to a manager when a young man came out of the back room holding my player. He gave it to me and said he hadn't seen the power cord or cable. When he saw my irritated facial expression, he went back and looked again, coming back almost immediately with both the power plug-in and the cable.
I guess the morals of the story are:
1. When you're getting old and your little gray cells are failing, BE CAREFUL. Double check.
2. Always be persistent when asking for service or assistance at a store where some of the employees clearly don't give a damn about actually helping.
John