I worked as an operator in support of a local provider. In the evening there is a call, at that end of the wire (judging by the voice) an adequate intelligent male person:
I-Company xxx, operator yyy, hello.
He-Hello, the ZZZ contract number does not work the Internet.
I-Go to the menu "Start", control panel, network connections...Local network connection is enabled?
He-Sekundotko...(seemingly, puts the phone on the table and screams loudly to someone in the apartment)...Sasha, fucking shame, we don’t have a fuck connected!!!!...(Taking the phone back in hand) Thank you very much, we got it done. All the good.