Warning: if you meet a cable man named Jim, run. Run very fast.
Mark hadn’t believed that at first, but the more he thought about it the more sense it made. He texted his brother, too much of their youth a question. I didn’t send for a cable man, did you do something?
Tom texted back soon enough. Why would I send you a cable guy?
With a groan, Mark went to escape out the window, away from the man waiting at his front door with the name “Jim” on his vest.