So, we woke up yesterday morning and our internet was gone. Just poof. Gone. This does not happen often but when it does, my initial reaction is to crawl under my bed and curl up into the fetal position for a few days. I spoke to a nice woman Thursday morning. At least I think she was nice. I could only understand about every third word. I should have taken Spanish instead of French, I guess. Finally, though we worked through things. She was going to send someone to our house because she believed the issue was with the lines going to the house or the actual modem. The tech was scheduled to arrive between 1 and 5.
I woke up grumpy. Historically, I’ve not had great luck with folks coming to the house to “help.” At 1:03, I changed my mind. All I can say is THANK YOU AT&T! I’ll take the chance and sound like a dirty old woman, the man AT&T sent to repair our modem was a walking statue! He was stunningly beautiful. The body, the nose, the beautiful black hair, the deep voice, the gorgeous, unidentifiable accent. Really, it’s not often such a beautiful person comes into our house. Not that we’re hideous or anything, but this guy! Ummmm WOW. I’m considering breaking my modem once a week just so he’ll come back. Next time, I’ll bring a sketch pad.
Anyway, it was a good day!
(edited on 11/16/09 to include a fitting photo)