Hank: Everything all right, mom? You've got that look. It's not pretty.
There are certain life experiences that I find completely and utterly unbearable. I avoid them at all cost because I do not like the person I become when said experiences turn ugly, and they always do. The list isn't long, but right at the top is "dealing with satellite tv installers." Sadly, because DishTV dropped two of my favorite guilty pleasures ("Breaking Bad" and "Mad Men"), and they increased my monthly bill yet again, I had no choice but to switch providers.
So I says to the DirecTV installer yesterday, "Whatever you do, do not mess with my internet connection. Do not touch it. Do not break it. Do not breathe on it. If I lose my internet connection, the world will end, I will die, and so will you." Seriously, those were my exact words.
You know how this story ends.
Bottom line, my internet is back up and I can watch "Breaking Bad" again. That show has been very instructional with regard to the proper disposal of dead bodies. Lucky for Mr. Satellite TV Installer, yesterday's debacle did not come to that. But it was very, very close.