When I moved out of Omar’s house, aside from feeling like a wrecking ball had just pounded my heart into the ground, I knew I had responsibilities to take care of. Like canceling the cable and internet so it would no longer be charged to my credit card. I called Cox within a week of moving out.
Three months later, I was talking to Omar and he thanks me for not having the cable turned off on him. And I’m like woah, woah, woah- hold up. What do you mean “thanks for not having the cable turned off on me?” Omar goes on to say that there had never been an interruption in the cable.
That pretty much enraged me. I had been heartbroken and homeless and Cox couldn’t even as much as turn the cable off.
Well…the next day, I was still pretty bitter about Cox screwing me over so badly. I mean, really…he was getting free cable for three months! I grabbed my phone and punched in Cox’s number.
A guy answered. I asked…how long does it take you to shut off cable from a house when someone cancels. He said, “about a week or so.” So I explained to him that I had canceled my cable awhile back but it was still on. He asked me several questions; I answered them. Then he asked what was my reasoning for calling to cancel since my ‘friend’ still lived there.
And I replied with , “He broke my heart.” Nothing more needed to be said on my part. The guy on the other end said, “Yes ma’am, we’ll get that taken care of right away.”
Maybe two or three days later, Omar called to check in on me because that’s how he rolled. We chatted for a few minutes and then he busts out with, “Dude, they finally decided to cut the cable off.”
I simply replied with, “Really? What a bunch of Cox!”
