The Health of Accepting.
Recently my family and I were reminded of what life was like, pre-internet. The era my daughter will never know came upon us on Friday afternoon as we were all coming home with high expectations to indulge our Wifi-using selves. For me, it was going to be another promotional post on Instagram or Facebook (promoting my book, Castle-Broken, sold here ), for my wife it was going to be her Sims game, probably, along with other social media outlets. Even my daughter uses the Wifi as the unlimited number of Sesame Street episodes on Hulu inform her of numbers and letters and of course, Elmo's World with the klutz Mr. Noodle who, I am sorry, reminds me of some Black Mirror's episode (this guy is trapped in some room, with nothing else but whatever Elmo finds necessary to entertain some omnipresent audience who tells Mr. Noodle he is doing it wrong, a bumbling hell if you ask me.) The Wifi was out, thus a strong persuasion to make a service call to the dreaded customer service on a...