Peculiar 24 Hours

I have been having trouble with my cable service since I moved into my new place.  I have made several calls to the company and I have always been treated well.  Yesterday, a cable rep was coming over to check all the stuff they check to determine what was wrong.  I answered the knock on the door and was flabbergasted to find Duckie standing before me, sans the glasses and shoes.  I felt any minute he was going to break out into "Try a Little Tenderness" and start hip thrusting around my living room.
So Duckie rooted around behind the entertainment center, went outside to check something, came back to check something, went back outside to check something....you get the picture.  Suddenly I hear banging on the wall which of course put the "oh shit" factor into the evening.  Apparently Duckie had been in the attic of the building and had pulled my cable cord up the wall completely out of his reach.  Duckie created a new opening in the wall to find said cable and determined he had in fact lost it.  He then disappeared to cancel the rest of his service calls and returned with a drill.  Duckie explained that he was going to run me a brand new cable line and it would end all of my problems.  Next I hear the familiar sound of a drill being pushed through my wall from the outside.  Suddenly a long drill bit appears in my living room.  Now I have two holes in my wall. 
Duckie ran his cable line and hooked everything up, half ass cleaned up his mess and stayed around for a few minutes to make sure everything was A-okay.  Twenty minutes after Duckie finished his 3 hour service call and in the middle of "Deadliest Catch" 2nd to last appearance of Captain Phil Harris and my cable craps out again.  Comcast has put me on call today to run home and be available for them until 7pm today.

*******************************************************

This morning I was traveling to Chick-fil-a to get some breakfast, which will allow me to go off on a tangent about gravy but I refuse to allow myself to digress.  Anyway, I spotted a pot hole in the road and moved to avoid it.  Unfortunately, I didn't move far enough.
My back passenger side tire found the "Oh did I do that" pot hole and with the accuracy of Wild Bill Hickok, the tire came down in the middle of said pot hole.  The impact was great enough to rattle my teeth...and make me drop my cigarette.
Which rolled down the steering column.
And dropped in to a groove between the steering column and the dash board.
And fell through the groove between the steering column and the dash board and into the actual steering column.
Still lit.
Can't find the damn thing.