This Christmas, for the first time ever, I received not one, but TWO bars of cell phone reception at my parents house. I had reception that was good enough to notify me of a message (but not strong enough to make my phone ring) AND to dial into voice mail (on the fourth try) and to listen to my lone message.
And no, it wasn't an important message even. The reception alone was miracle enough.
Where do my parents live, you might wonder, that we get no cell reception? Drum roll please!
Connecticut.
Yes, I am serious.
The reception has been so poor in the past, that AT&T never even bothered to lie about one's ability to receive it. The map has historically shown that our town is uncovered. At the rate NW CT was progressing technologically, my family was beginning to wonder whether it would ever happen. (And it still hasn't really, since you have to go up to the attic to use the phone.)
It's like living in the 1990's up there when we go to visit.
2 Pearls of Wisdom:
AT&T must have known you were here! Just for the record, there are NO bars in the attic this morning -- the usual state of affairs....
Dude, I just spent a week in the city, trapped in a small apartment with my in-laws and NO WIRELESS unless I sat on the floor in front of the door (2 bars).
Regressing is PAINFUL!!!! hahahah
P.S love the dog parka
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