Last night I tried to piggy back onto my son’s WIFI and succeeded in screwing it up for him. He was concerned that Alexa (his wife) would be angry, and valiantly tried (while I cried) to fix the problem. Alas he could not, and I left: feeling guilty while he stayed behind to face Alexa’s return.
She called me later to say the computer was fixed and did I have any crackers. I confessed to her that I had cried a little and bless her heart she told me Bernie had already told her that. Yep, crackers for a computer crash — boy did I get off easy!