If I don't get my god-dang internet connection hooked up at home soon I WILL kill someone. Comcrap came by yesterday but announced they needed to get into my apartment building's basement (we have a basement?) and when I couldn't supply a key, they left. I wanted to tape them to the door until I could get a neighbor or landlord to help me.
Anyway, I've called comcrap so many times this past week I no longer need to listen to the menu options. As soon as it connects I go 1-3-2-myphonenumber-3-2.
p.s. why is the combination of basil, tomato, and mozzarella the best thing ever?