In the Waiting Line...

I live in my very own version of the Department of Motor Vehicles -- the often maligned DMV and rightly so. I just called Charlie about those televisions and he stalled and balked.

"They are hooking up the cable at my new house today," Charlie said. "So my hands are tied. I might need you today to help me get that flatscreen TV off the wall, though. Plan for tomorrow."

I just wish they wouldn't tell me this stuff and get my hopes up only to be let down harshly.