Cliff was up bright and early at 5 A.M. today. We got our daily walk in by 8 AM, and decided to box up all the Dish TV equipment and get it back to them. The instructions mentioned that there might be a switch on the outside of the house to return; not all systems have a switch.
Cliff confidently stated that he knew where it was and headed outside. I sat down at the computer and was farming away on Farmville when I suddenly lost connection.
I knew Cliff had something to do with it, and I went out to check.
Yep. What he thought was a Dish switch was our telephone and DSL connection. He'd cut the wires. I checked the phone just to make sure; it was dead as a doornail. (Where did that expression come from, anyhow?)
Cliff was so angry at himself he could hardly see straight.
"Well," he sighed, "I'll try to patch it up."
"Nooooo," I shouted. He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Cliff, an Internet connection out here is shaky at best; please don't try to fix it."
So I called the CenturyLink number for repairs; after being put on hold for about ten minutes, a polite lady with an Oklahoma (or Texas) accent came on the line. I told her we needed someone to come out and repair our line outside the house.
"Exactly what is the problem?"
When I explained to her what had happened, she started laughing, and she hardly stopped laughing throughout the rest of our conversation.
I made her day.
She was actually a sweetheart... when she wasn't laughing. She told me somebody would be here to fix our problem by 7 PM. Ouch.
However, a repairman showed up by 9 o'clock, got everything back in working order, and I'm back in business.
That was a close call.