"How can that be?!?"

No sooner had MMG wandered back to the work site next door (well, officially—unofficially, they've been there off and on for weeks) to erect a "safety fence," than my internet went out. I looked out my window and down to the backyard and saw that the fence butted right up against my cable wires. Though I didn't actually see them do it, it seems pretty obvious that my wiring got in the path of MMG's destruction. Once again, my neighbor has no phone, and I have no internet.

Just for fun, I called Marie Grasso to see if she could remedy the situation as Time Warner Cable can't come for another week and a half. I informed her that her cast of incompetents had once again knocked out my internet.

"I don't understand—how could that be?!" she asked, wide-eyed innocence dripping off her tongue.

"Oh, I don't know, perhaps your guys ripped the cables out of the wall again?" I wondered.

"They wouldn't do that," she offered before thinking better of it and switching tactics. "The cable company shouldn't run wires across other people's property," she sniffed.

I pointed out that the cable was attached to MY building and wasn't running across HER pit of nincompoopery. Then she tried to blame my landlord and everyone who had called 311 on her shoddy work services, adding, "you people made us put up the fence."

Yeah, sorry, we didn't want bricks reigning down on us while her workers wandered freely across our yards and up into our apartments.  "The wall will be down today and the fence will be moved this afternoon," she said. "I don't know what else you expect me to do." Guess that stop work order is a thing of the past.

"Maybe you should quit hiring the retarded," I suggested. (And yes, I know that's a rotten thing to say, but it was 7:30 in the morning and I work from home. No excuse, just an explanation for my shittiness.) She seemed to ponder this idea for a minute and said, "I'll call my guys."

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[Cupcake]

I want my MTV!!!!!