Still trying to get to the section of Pac Hell called Purgatory
As I sorted and organized my cozy little office office, time flew by. It was already 4PM and I hadn’t seen any evidence of the tech who was supposed to get rid of Michelle’s line and install our own land line. I doubted he would show up. But hey, we had the cell phone.
I was paying GTE $100 for 1,000 minutes of cell time. Most of those would probably be spent on hold with Pac Hell, but it was a phone. I was in touch with the world again. I called up my friends, my father, I was even desperate enough to call my sister. Time passed.
At 5:10PM, up pulled the Pacific Hell truck. Bob and I went out to greet the driver. I was sorry we didn’t have flowers to throw at his feet.
“I hope you’re here for us,” I said.
“My name is Vu,” he said.
Bob stuck out his hand. “Hello, Boo.” (Bob is very hard of hearing.)
“No,” Vu said. “It’s Vu.”
“Fu?” Bob asked.
I had to walk away to laugh in private. As I did, I heard Bob ask about phone books. Did Boo-Fu-Vu perhaps have any in the truck?
“Gee,” Vu said. “Usually when I get to a house, they’re here already. No, I don’t have any.”
Sure, I thought. That’s because by the time someone gets phone service, they’ve been here the 15 to 30 working days it took to get a fu king phone book.
When Vu left, we had a working phone. The phone number was 408 555 5555. Both my office manager and Bob would recognize this number as one they were told back in Tampa we would NOT be assigned. No matter. We had a dial tone and it was ours now. No one could take it away.
Souls in Purgatory. Recognize us?
Well, we thought it was ours.
When we called for pizza, we were told the number came up with someone else’s name.
When we called for Pay Per View, we were told the number came up with someone else’s name.
When we called directory assistance…well, we were AFRAID to call directory assistance. So we didn’t.
Ignorance can be bliss.
You might remember the Roman Catholic concept of Purgatory. If you weren’t bad enough to merit Hell, you marked time in Purgatory until you were deemed good enough for Heaven. I’m pretty sure Pacific Bell had such a place. We were aiming for it, but not quite there yet.
Looking for the earlier chapters?
Preface: Moving on by moving
Chapter 1: Packing–how hard could it be?
Chapter 2: The adaptability of cats
Chapter 3: Exiled to Pacific Hell
Chapter 4: Hansel & Gretel’s cottage
Chapter 5: Creative solutions
Chapter 6: Remember party lines?