"I’ve got to wait four days until my internet is turned back on?"
Oh, heck no.
That was me late one Saturday night talking to a representative from my internet provider.
My internet had suddenly died while I was mid swipe on my iPad. I braved nearly two hours, two reps, countless power cycles, and a whole lot of prayer to revive my lost connection.
The diagnosis? My modem was dead.
And nobody informed me Florida was in the boonies. There wasn't a store within a two-hour radius where I could go pick up a replacement.
Oh my gosh, I had to wait for it via snail mail. On Wednesday.
Am I addicted to the internet? Maybe. But if you're reading this, there's a good chance you are, too.