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Great news for anyone in hale-page-diamond lake who ready to be done with comcast, and doesn’t find the city wi-fi to be a great option… qwest spent all week at the end of my block laying new fiber for their highest speed internet service.

Inexplicably, qwest has been limited to 1.5mbps in my neighborhood. They offer much higher speeds less than a mile away.

So supposedly, by fall, we’ll be able to get 20mbps service!

We’re back on Comcast. The decision to go back was precipitated on the fact that Sonja bought me an AppleTV for my birthday. Very cool device. It deserves a whole blog post all by itself. But anyway, the thought of renting movies with this device is very tempting, until you begin to consider the length of time it’s going to take to actually download the movie at 167KB/sec. Qwest…seriously… need more speed!

So we’re back. Not without drama, of course. No, no. This is Qwest and Comcast we’re dealing with here.

I logged onto Comcast’s website to complete the deal. I thought I’d be able to get through this without speaking to anyone. I picked out the service, the self-install option, gave them my address information, etc.

I clicked the “Complete your order” button and found that I had been redirected to a live chat agent to complete the order. Uh-oh, real people.

It quickly became clear that this “live” chat agent did not receive any of the info I had meticulously filled out in the previous pages. Hrm.

It was also clear that the pricing information was different than what I had previously seen. And no, NO! I don’t want CableTV.

We mutually agreed that it might be easier for me to visit the local comcast store. Yes I know where it is. I don’t need you to look it up for me.

The next afternoon, I visited the store. Surprisingly, there were just two people in line before me. Not surprisingly, there were three times the number of employees as there were customers. It seemed that the majority of them were on break, popping popcorn, or both.

The woman in line tapped my shoulder, leaned in towards me and asked at an uncomfortably close distance, “will you hold my place in line?”

“Uh, sure,” I replied with trepidation.

When it was my turn in line, I explained the situation to the customer service agent. She listened patiently, told me that I was her last customer of the day, took my address and said, “I can offer you:

1. 6 months for $19.99
2. 6 months for $26.99
3. or – 12 months for $26.99″

Obviously, I had a number of questions:

• Is this a trick question? – No
• Is there a contract? – No
• What is the price after the special price? 47.99
  •  For all 3 options? – Yes

After doing some quick math, I tenuously replied,

“I think I’d be a fool not to take the 12 months for 26.99?”

“That’s what I’d do,” she said.

Feeling like I was on a hidden camera or something, I looked around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She handed me the self-install kit, and asked me to sign on the dotted line.

“Thank you very much,” she said.

“Don’t you need me to pay?” I asked.

She shook her head, and I said something about something the chat agent said, or the website, I can’t remember anymore, that the self-install kit would be $29.99 plus $9.99 shipping and handling, or $19.99… I realized that I was mumbling to myself, and decided to leave.

Lucky for her, the woman who asked if I could hold her place in line had returned. No other customers had arrived. I always wonder how much I should work to defend the place of some stranger in a line at the Comcast store. Or the post office. Why are people always asking me to hold there place in line?