Earlier this year before the COVID struck a dagger in our hearts & libidos the cable guy had gone through and installed new equipment through various units at the condo association I live in. Blame it on the pot, maybe the meth – either way he did a terrible job of it. The woman in the unit next to mine was telling me about her problems not getting the cable to work and wanted me to take a look. Her husband is one of those guys that has long tuned her out and tells her to call the service line to fix whatever isn’t going right. Im pretty much the same way towards my wife but I’d just recently been fucking the neighbor lady so I felt a certain compulsion to look into it. Turns out the cable guy hadn’t fully tightened the cords between the box and the wifi gizmo. Who knows. Maybe he did it on purpose hoping to get a call back so he could have one more reason to go into the neighbor woman’s home and stare at her awhile. Either way I got a blow job for my troubles and a slice of warmed over lasagna.