Rubbing salt in my wound

When I came home on Thursday, my mum told me that the Internet had died not long after I had left home for school.  In a short time frame of about ten seconds, I thought three thoughts.

1. The comic strip in Archie Comics, where Jughead’s potted poinsettia, “who” was in love with Jughead, wilted each time he tried to leave “her”.

2. God has a wicked sense of humour.  The Internet has to konk out just when I need it to send and receive files to and from my schoolmates, and submit my assignments (end-of-term is always an unbelievably busybusybusy period).

3. Shit.

Thoughts #2 and #3 are the reason why I did not know whether to laugh or cry when I was put on hold on the SingNet helpline, and the following advertisement was played more than ten times (it was alternated with one other advertisement).

Rubbing salt in my wound


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