Yes, Comcast, you suck. A lot.
Our internet has been out since Monday night, and Matt and I have been going through withdrawal. I called Comcast to try to troubleshoot and/or fix the problem, but to no avail. So the dipshit employee I was speaking with set us up an appointment with a technician--on Friday. That was Tuesday. He said that if they could fit us in earlier, then they would call us and let us know so that we could be home for it. Of course, he didn't call, and someone came out when we were out celebrating our anniversary (and choosing to celebrate at places that had free wifi, passing the laptop back and forth as though it was some kind of drug). But it's okay, because he set up an appointment for us--at the exact time that I told him we would NOT be available. Fantastic. It's cool.
We pay more money for our cable and internet than we do for electricity, so it's really neat that it's not working and that the incompetence of others will keep us without internet for almost a week. I'll get to spend lots of time here at Panera, eating mediocre food and listening to little kids scream. A mom just stood two feet from me and spanked her kid. He's screaming some more.
Thanks again, Comcast. Maybe I'll use Panera's internet to find the number of a doctor who will tie my tubes for me.