In CyberSpace, No One Can Hear You Scream
Me: “Thank you for calling [internet company], you have reached [name]. How can I help?”
Customer: “The internet isn’t working again!”
Me: “I’m very sorry to hear that, how long has it not been working?”
Customer: “Since all the weird lights last night!”
Me: “Oh okay, well what are the lights on the modem doming now?”
Customer: “How am I supposed to know, its covered in tinfoil!”
Me: “Ma’am that a terrible fire hazard! You need to unwrap that now!”
Customer: “Absolutely not! Its the only way to keep the aliens out! I would rather burn the house down than allow them into my computer!”
Me: “I’m sorry…aliens?”
Customer: “Yes, aliens! And those weird lights outside, I told you! That’s why it’s not working!”
(I hear her handling aluminum foil and a dog barking in the background.)
Customer: “So are you going to get me a new modem or not?”
Me: “Certainly, just a moment.”
Customer: “That’s what I thought! Now hurry up! I need to go rewrap the dog!”



