You spend the morning going through some intense stuff in therapy.
Your router/receiver combo decides to conk out in the afternoon.
You spend the afternoon at the hated AT&T store* working in person and on the phone trying to get new equipment sent to you.
You think about the tooth and the mice and the price of Maddie's insulin going up and how expensive it is to go to the laundromat but you can't get a new washer because of the tooth and the mice and the insulin and now the flippin' router.
So you know what you do? Go to Bruster's and get a big-ass Peanut Butter Puddles milkshake. 'Cause milkshakes help.
*This is not just my opinion. Every AT&T customer I've ever spoken to here HATES that store. And there are some issues that, apparently, can only be dealt with there. It's a mile away from my house, but I'll go 5x that distance to another store (if possible), because this one is so awful.
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Do we know about the mice? Did I miss something?
So sorry. It's everything, everywhere, all at once sometimes.
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