The internet went down this weekend.
Amp sent me a text around midnight Saturday saying something was wrong with it. I read the text at 4:30 AM Sunday morning, a more decent hour of the day.
Before I left for work, I put the number of our podunk internet company on the counter for him to call. ‘Cept our podunk internet company is closed on the weekend. Amp did the only sensible thing and fled to a friend’s house. Mario, having spent the night before at a friend’s house, caught up on her sleep all day, probably never even realizing it was down.
Because I worked, I didn’t miss it at all. Until I got home and realized I had no internet for couch time! What else is there to do? A movie sounded like a good option, but we soon realized we couldn’t stream it without internet….
…so Hubby and I reverted back to the days of old. We dusted off the Backgammon game and battled it out until bedtime. I’m proud to say I let him win. Every game.
It was still fun. And a nice change of pace. But, come morning, I, along with everyone else it seemed, called the internet company to report it being down. After waiting on hold for 20 minutes, a recording came on advising me the issue had been resolved and I should restart the modem and try it again.
It worked! But I felt gypped out of speaking to a rep. I wanted to let my disappointment known! I work the weekends. Why aren’t they?
My disappointment quickly waned when I received a call later that morning. It was from the podunks themselves. “We noticed we missed a call from you earlier and wanted to follow up and make sure your internet’s up and running again.”
Aww! How sweet! All is forgiven now. And I decided to allow them to continue being our internet provider for our final month in this house.
Not that we had much choice. We either go with them or we go without. And I’m not sure how many more Backgammon games I’m willing to lose.