No clever headline needed: AT&T sucks

Late last week, I started experiencing some connection difficulties through my AT&T U-verse internet package, something the rep at the time assured me would be easy to fix. We scheduled an appointment for sometime between 4 and 8 p.m. Monday, Oct. 27, with a promise to call about an hour before arriving to allow me to get home for the technician.

I should have known things wouldn’t end well when the tech, Nathan, called at 1:30 p.m. to say he’s on his way.

As I explained that he was quite premature in our scheduled time, he said the problem likely existed in a cable outside so it’s doubtful he’d even need to access my house. Sounds great, I told him. Check it out, and call me with any questions.

Around 3, he left a message saying the problem was fixed in the cable and that he’d leave a note in my mailbox.

At the time, I was willing to overlook that federal offense, seeing how I didn’t have to be home between the broad hours of 4-8. By the time I got home, though, it was clear that wasn’t the only personal space that had been invaded.

Iron Man reminds you to kindly shut up during his movie

I love movies

I hate going to the movies.

This, of course, poses a bit of a problem, particularly when I want to see a new summer film, most of which are more enjoyable on a huge movie screen with a high-class sound system.

But even with the perks of a movie theater, we still have to deal with the jerks of a movie theater, with most of them seeming to always find themselves sitting directly behind me.