Phone Date

I'll admit it. I'm addicted to the Internet. I can't go very long without it. I realized this yesterday when our Internet service went out twice -- for hours. It was like DEFCON 1 over here. I was ready to go to war on our Internet provider with guns emails phone calls blazing.

I grabbed the phone out of my holster the cradle and rang up our ISP (that's Internet Service Provider, mom) faster than you can say..."Where the heck is the phone number? Honey? Do you know where we put that number? No, I CAN'T look it up online because I HAVE NO INTERNET! Sure, I guess I could use the Internet on my iPad or my cell phone to find it."

I finally found the number and got through to a lovely chap whose name I forgot 0.02 seconds after he told me. He had the greatest Northern Irish accent, so I giggled like an idiot at everything he said. We discussed politics, military life, married life, the cows behind our house, travel -- I'm SERIOUSLY not making this up -- the complete morons who call customer service, why so many Americans who call his company have Mac computers, why so many Americans call his company, etc. While he was "working on the problem," he literally exhausted me of all my small talk. And that is NOT easily done.

At last -- after hitting the reset button, relocating the router (pronounced by him as "rooter"), typing in thousands of number and letter sequences, standing on my head, barking like a dog, and hours of small talk -- we were back in business! Of course, I was so happy to see that first webpage after hours of no connectivity. So, it didn't seem unnatural for me to say, "Thanks for your help! I enjoyed talking to you!"

And then he did it. He crossed that line that no dude-who-works-at-a-job-where-they-record-every-word-you-say should do.

He said, "Me to! Um...(insert nervous giggle)...should we talk some more?"

AWK-WARD!

Bless him. I bet that was hard for him to do. Almost as hard as asking a girl out on a text. Or breaking up with one.

Since I'm not too quick on my feet, I managed to stammer out, "Um...well, thanks again! BYE!" Click.

So, if you're a single lady in the UK area who is interested in a phone date with a chatty guy who has a fun, Irish accent and plenty of Internet savvy, I've got a number for you to call. But you'll have to ask them to review the tapes, because I don't remember his name.

I'd like to give a shout-out to the best father this side of Heaven! Daddy, you are and always have been my hero. Happy birthday, and I pray you'll have many, many more!!!

Comments

[Pam]

Katy,

ISP I know. Explain what DEFCON 1 means!!!
And did you cross out those words or are you being censored?

Love you,
Mama

[Robyn]

Sounds like a pleasant experience and you are SO much nicer than me. My last encounter with Comcast involved screaming (me), swearing (me), threatening (me), and crying (them). Needless to say, the guy on the other end of the line did NOT want to continue to talk once my problem was solved!