So, last Thursday, a representative from the Evil Empire Cable Company comes knocking at our door during the dinner hour and presents us with an unpaid bill addressed to a woman who has never lived in our building.
Brady says, "Um, that's not us."
Evil Empire representative says, "Do you have cable?"
"Nope, not television. Just internet."
Five minutes later, we discover that Evil Empire representative has disconnected our internet. Whether this was done out of stupidity or spite, I couldn't say. Brady immediately calls Evil Empire customer service, and the representative schedules an appointment to have our internet service restored seven (7) days later.
Which they finally did today.
You might say, "Mary, switch your provider!" But that's the funniest part of all, because, you see, there is no other provider that offers service to my neighborhood (silent weeping).
I've had it. I'm totally moving to the woods and setting up a survivalist compound. Anybody wanna come?