This is why I love my husband....
So I was having trouble with my home computer modem today. I spent an hour arguing with tech support in Mumbai. I never did convince them to replace my modem -- I won't go into the details, except that I was absolutely sure where the problem spot was located, and now that the statute of limitations has expired, I can admit that I was a phreaker/hacker in the 1980s -- and eventually I had to go to a telephone company sales office and shriek publicly till they ordered me a new modem.
I was complaining to my hubby about this at lunchtime, and here is what the dear man replied:
"What you really needed was a gay guy with a flute." (Yesssss! He finally gets it!)
My reply: "And I don't know whether I'd ask him to fix my computer, or if I'd call Mumbai, invite all the tech support guys to listen on speakerphone, and ask if they've ever heard of the band Queen."
Anyways, if I disappear for a day or so, it's just because I can only access the Internet from work till the new modem arrives.
I was complaining to my hubby about this at lunchtime, and here is what the dear man replied:
"What you really needed was a gay guy with a flute." (Yesssss! He finally gets it!)
My reply: "And I don't know whether I'd ask him to fix my computer, or if I'd call Mumbai, invite all the tech support guys to listen on speakerphone, and ask if they've ever heard of the band Queen."
Anyways, if I disappear for a day or so, it's just because I can only access the Internet from work till the new modem arrives.