… Of my disconnecting ADL. There’s me with a HomeNet 24 hour connection that should be ASHAMED of calling itself broadband, and there’s my 3-door neighbour, Fly with a NightBird AND a GPRS connection that is faster than mine in a head-to-head race. (I am eternally jealous… THERE I said it!)
Then, there’s the game Age of Empires which he wants to play every night (or day if he had the connection for it) , and there’s the disconnection that thwarts his attempts to establish a multiplayer game with 4 people. The game is just so that he could show off “Yo losers, I play AOE better than you” (No offence to us losers, eh?).
I must say, though, the dude is persistent. He kept adding me to the game and I used to get chucked out 5 minutes and reams of instructions later.
Okay, so maybe we were not going down without a fight. After about 2 months of all and sundry bugging me “Shruti, WHEN are you going to call the ADL people up?” (“Tomorrow”), I decided to take matters in my own hands.
After dialing them up at 2 pm, a woman came on the line. My mind momentarily went blank. I haven’t yet been able to figure out why.
NB: The sentences I WOULD have liked to say are in italics.
Me: (uncertainly) Uhmm, ADL? I have a complaint.
Lady: Yes ma’am. Please say it.
Me: Your connection sucks. I want DataOne, you bloodsucking leeches, blah blah. My connection keeps flickering after 10 pm.
Lady: (after checking) The computer says you’re connected at this moment.
Me: It’s NOT after 10 pm right now, what’re you a kindergarten kid? Uhm, no. But trust me it does.
Lady: Call me when it does. We’ll let the complaint department deal with it then.
Phone got abruptly disconnected with me staring at the receiver guiltily, wondering if I ought to have started off with a musical extravanganza simply entitled : “No Juice For Use.”
So, I ruefully concluded I couldn’t really “sock it to them”. Fly was not happy. He was rapidly losing his chance to make a “gamer out of Shruti”. So…
SMSes start flying to and fro. (Dammit dude, all you got to do is scream from your compound loud enough, I can HEAR you!)
SMS1: What’s your address? Give it to me. I am going to call them up.
Reply1: MAC id ****, didn’t I tell you?
SMS2: HOUSE address.
Reply2: They never ask for it
SMS3: Okay, heads up, I’m going to call them.
Reply3: Best of luck. “sock it to ’em”
*long electronic silence later, phone rings*
Me: Hello? Who’s this?
Sheepish v0ice: Fly here. I called them up and gave it to them.
Me: Great. What did they say?
Fly: They said they’ll give a complaint, but they asked me if the computer was connected, because it was.
Me: Yeah I was blogging.
Fly: I said that it doesn’t matter. By the way, Shrutz, they asked me whose name was it registered in?
Me: (curiously) What’d you say?
Fly: Uhm, George?
Me: Ahh, George and what did they say?
Fly: (small voice) They asked if it was in my wife’s name!
I almost burst out laughing, and it gave me something to laugh at (not with) for sometime.
Delude: (opposite to prelude, DUH!) My connection still sucks and I still haven’t played AOE fully. Right now, I am having exams. Don’t worry, expect a blog everyday!