Hangin' w/ the Net Tech

I moved recently (June 1st!) and FINALLY got my Internet installed last night, just at the tail end of dinner. Perfect timing!

A 6'5" dude ducked into my cluttered apartment. We found the jack and he got to work. (After he helped me move a heaping bookcase to get to it!)

Now, I'm a chatty Cathy. Always have been. I like to hear people's stories. So I asked him how he was, how he must meet loads of people, and joked that it was ok if he used Rogers at home (he was a Bell tech.)

He was getting a lot of phone calls. So I joked about his popularity while restacking my book shelf. He said they were friends from Jamaica, "No one works down there. They don't realize I can't talk to them when I'm on the job." So we chat about Jamaica. He said he was heading there on Friday and was pretty pumped. I offer him a beer. He accepts. Then I bring up Sister Nancy.

I've mentioned her before. She's a Dancehall DJ from the '80s who hailed from Kingston, Jamaica, except I discovered her while in Costa Rica. But Rupert swore he never heard of her. I was pretty sure he was yankin' my chain. And I told him that! Then I started talking all island-like. I don't know why I do that. I do the same around British people - start up with the English accent (which sounds more like Irish, usually.)

So, to test the Internet, we listen to some Sister Nancy on You Tube. Then he asked about my tattoos since I was wearing shorts (I have big wings and stars and comets on both calves in all hues of blue) and then we started on Santeria and VooDoo that is rampant in Central America. He even told me about some exorcisms he was witness too.

All in all, the best Internet Install experience I ever had.