I get up Saturday morning to find the TV isn't working. The kids can't watch cartoons, and more importantly, *I* can't watch cartoons either. I quickly find that I can't get online either, so I call Verizon.
Verizon tells me to go look at the router box, which I hadn't realized I owned one of. Eventually, after some cajoling, I found the thing in the garage, which was literally up to my ankles in water. "I think I found the problem," I told the guy, and said I'd call him back.
I lied. I never called him back.
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