For the last few weeks, Comcast overlays our TV screen, an announcement that we were "eligible" for a free hardware upgrade that would allow better HD viewing. I finally figured out how to use the four 'directional' buttons on the remote to highlight the "Close this stupid semi-transparent screen and get back to watching Nature"!

Still, it is distracting and pointless. I say 'pointless' because anything we do with Comcast
always involves additional problems.
However, I got an email Monday saying they would be happy to send me the new hardware, at not cost and include a pre-paid return shipping label also. "OK, if you really think you can make things this simple and smooth, go for it"!
Naturally, I assumed something would go wrong. I figured they would not be able to determine that we actually have two boxes that "needed" to be replaced and they would send only one. Exactly correct! Apparently, their shipping/upgrade department cannot view the info available in the "My Devices" area. First, I selected 'Chat' so I could pretend the person was in the US of A and not listen to the foreign accent. Bad choice. After about ten minutes of the spinning "progress" cursor, I closed the page and started a search for a phone number.
I was connected to a real, if foreign, person very quickly! That was the good part. He then asked me to confirm my name and address. Simple, right. Nope! He claimed that I was not giving him the correct ZIP code. I have, erroneously used 38138 in the past, so I asked it he wanted that instead of the correct 38139. Nope! Neither was correct! "I can't help you if you cannot verify the ZIP code we have listed." I replied that I could not help correct his info if he could not identify the 35th US President, we both need to be safe, ya know!

I decided this was a losing battle and bid him farewell.
Before regaining my patience, I decided to see if I could verify my own registration info at Comcast. Eventually I found a page that had a clue as to the probable ZIP code the young lad wanted. There, in living electrons was the town and ZIP code where we
live! However, that is never, ever used for anything legal, casual, shipping, mailing, serious or even humorous!!!

Postal areas have only marginal connections to municipal/governmental boundaries! Never have, never... well, I guess it's not safe to say "never", now...
Even the town, who annexed us some 12+ years ago, however, assumed that we would get their 'Welcome to Town' letter if they mailed it to the ZIP code assigned to the Post Office in town: 381017. Nope! They had no knowledge to the address on our street, Never been there, never would be there, try again City Hall! We even have to drive into the nearby town to vote in a city election! Even if there is no election for anything in that town!! But even the Election Board uses the mailing ZIP code and knows where we live and when which ballot to use! BTW, did you know that having a dead person on the election roll is not illegal? Having that 'person vote, IS illegal, of course... I digress.
I called another Comcast "Help" person who said he could not explain why they were using he incorrect ZIP code (and town), but he also did not have the power to change it. He was able to transfer me to another department that could. As for my original question about why Comcast sent only one replacement box, he said "in his experience" UPS often shipped multiple boxes separately, perhaps the second box woul magically appear on our doorstep in a few days... or not. Right!
The second "help" agent said Comcast has to use the name of the town were we live for their records, "The computer will not take any other address". I did not ask her to explain how the computer "knew" we lived in one town, even though we get our mail from another. After all, not even our City Fathers knew that!

Even after talking with her "supervisor" (off line, of course), she said there was nothing that could be done. My last question to her was at explain how I would remember to give the wrong address to the 'tech' he next time I was asked to verify my
CORRECT address. She had no answer but agreed that it would be difficult. Just another exciting part of doing business with a huge, impersonal behemoth like Comcast. Oh the Joy!!!
There is more but I must stop, my Apple Watch is thumping my wrist warning that my heart rate is becoming too fast to measure...
