cable.

Today the cable company demanded that I go down to their office and show my ID before they would start my cable/internet service. I went there and started crying uncontrollably. All the people waiting in line were sad, poor looking people. Nobody had brushed hair, the air smelled like a bar smells in the morning, a mixture of stale smoke and shattered dreams. I must be one of those people. The cable company put me in their category. I am now a marked woman, my destiny determined by a database somewhere.