A promise of better prices
Don’t you hate when the phone rings during suppertime? You have to hand over the steak spatula and take the phone receiver into position. And then, try to be polite. Usually, the caller deserves something special – like a whistle blast.
Tonight, a difference. My web coach. I didn’t know I was on a team. I didn’t realize it was a sport. Times have changed, and that’s why Rick (I think that was his name; not paying attention at first, and too polite to ask him, later) called. I’m a good client of the firm that rents me room on their server. I don’t protest, or get the police wandering around with pesky warrants. And, to my surprise, I’ve been a client for a very long time. More than five years, which is the industry’s line in the virtual sand.
He checked to see if i was happy. Or needy. Or looking for pertinent advice. He checked the number of databases I keep open. Made sure I didn’t need a superior plan. And then, he offered a better price. Not free, but something less than we pay right now for our two domains and too many email addresses. The invoice isn’t in, yet. However, Rick (that might be his name) will make me a happier camper. And in these tight economic times, that’s good.
They did it! A new record on the Island. FIVE snow days in a row. Not seen in a lifetime. OK maybe I have seen it before, but there are many who have a short timeline. Just to be clear, my mother claims I missed three MONTHS of school, back in the very early 60s. No report card as evidence, but we did live a long way from the classroom… 1.5573 km. It seemed farther, when my legs were shorter…
