Took three coffee cans nearly filled with pocket change to be counted and redeemed. Collected over a period of sixteen years, it came to nearly $140.00, which will come in handy over the next three weeks.
Later, waited in the repair service phone cue, since my internet was out. Waiting on hold, went as usual. The experience outlined as follows.
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The app store is available for your convenience.
My internet was out, how could that work?
Talk with a representative live on comco.com.
Fat chance that would work with dead internet.
Have you heard about fast in home service with paperless billing?
A representative will be with you as quickly as possible.
I’d heard that promise too many times before.
At home phone service at lowest prices.
Feel secure with internet security from comco.
All representatives were busy, please stay on the line.
Had I heard about comco’s mobile app?
Comco’s help line, with social media team, available seven days a week, 24 hours a day.
I just wanted my internet to work.
I could chat live with a representative, anytime on comco.com.
Internet service from comco was the fastest, most reliable in the area.
I sure wish mine worked.
Why not opt for paperless billing.
At that point, all words muddled. “Paperless billing? Gownless evening strap?”
All representatives were with other customers.
The mycomco app allowed for paying bills on line.
Our apologies for the wait. A representative will be with you shortly.
Comco provided the latest technology, to ensure the fastest digital speeds.
I just wanted my internet to work at any speed.
Many more ” representatives will be with you shortly, sorry for the wait.” Then the phone rang.
It had to be a foreign call center.
“This is Danica, how can I help.”
“My internet is out.”
“Have you checked your cords?”
“Yes, I’ve done all that.”
After I’d waited 45 minutes, she announced.
“You’ve called the wrong number.”
“Please call tech support at, 1-844-XXX-XXXX.”
On hold again. This time with terrible, insipid, generic music. The kind of music, that required no royalty payments.
Three bars of each tune, repeated until they became familiar. At 11:35AM the phone rang. No one answered this time and I was immediately cut off.
That was enough for me. After lunch, rebooted the Wi-Fi gadget in desperation. Surprisingly, everything came back to life.
Getting rid of attic junk was much worse than I thought. Bruises on my forearms have healed, from sliding heavy boxes down the folding attic stairs. 
