Me: I need to get wireless internet hooked up like right freaking now.
Her: No problem, Mr. Mitchell, I can schedule that right now. Is Friday morning between eight and ten AM good for you?
Me: Perfect, what else do you need?
Her: It shall be seventy dollars, cash or check, when the installers arive.
Me: Cool, see y'all Friday.
You guessed it, a router. That is being mailed to me. Probably Monday or Tuesday. So, now I am lying on a hardwood floor because the network cable they left with me is a full six inches long and the modem has a whopping eighteen inch cable attached to it.
So, we got off on the wrong foot, Comcast.
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