Radioshack, How I Miss You

The University of Hartford, or UHA as it is affectionately known, had amazing upper class housing. Even the freshmen dorms are beautiful. But when my parents dropped me off at my sophomore year apartment they told me it was nicer than their first apartment.

Only issue was you had one cable hook up in the living room, and all of us also wanted TVs in our rooms. So, never one to allow legality to stand in my way, I drove my tushie to Radio Shack and asked what to do. They sold me a splitter and wire and told me how to split my cable. When the guys across the hall saw what I had done, they asked me to do the same for them. And back to Radio Shack I drove, bought the equipment, and split their cable as well. And I did it for the guys next door, and the guys below, and well, you get the idea. I never shoveled my own car out of the snow though.

It got to the point where I no longer had to give my phone number when I purchased things at the Radio Shack by campus. They knew it by heart. It's a good thing my uncle had given me a "Do It Herself" toolkit for graduation. (I still have it).

To this day, I am still in charge of all things cable. I called and fought with DirectTv for weeks when our tivo broke. I wire all the televisions. Glad I learned something in college.

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