I work in a small but very proud company – an internet provider of a small town. Usually I curl in the iron, but sometimes by the old memory I sit behind the phone, answer calls from customers. Various inadequates are enough, the more pleasant are the rare conversations with homo rationalus. One of them was a comrade from the apartment. Customer is me, I am me.

I: Good morning! Technical support of the “Rog and Copy”!

Q: Hi, I haven’t had internet since yesterday.

I: The node in your home is working. Please check the cable in your apartment.

K: Okay I understand. (He puts the phone)

In a few minutes he calls back.

Q: I found where the cable broke. If I turn my hands on the cable, will the internet work?

I: In theory, if you turn it all right, then yes.

K: Okay I understand.

I call back in a few days.

The internet is gone again.

Q: Where is the cable?

A: At the corner of the house.

I: Where is it?

It turned out that the cable was brought into his apartment from the street around the house, and the corner of the house was overturned by a screw. The apartment, for a second, on the 3rd floor.

I: That is, you got out of the window, reached the corner of the house and turned the cable there? ! to

K is yes. I just didn’t want to stress your guys.

I am sending a brigade to you urgently. And you sit and wait, and do not sit there.

K: Okay, I would have done it myself.

I: We are coming!

The boys managed until he used himself again.