Internet problems. Not again. Not after everything I went through before, I thought.

The internet was down, all right. The tubes to my house must have been clogged. I had no choice, I had to call customer service.

I hate calling customer service.

I told the robot on the other end what the skinny was. He seemed sympathetic, but I suppose he was programmed to seem that way. Then I held. I held for what seemed like an eternity, playing solitaire and listening to jazz on speakerphone. Then she answered.

An accent, I thought. Fantastic. Why do they always have to have accents? Hers was More >