When the guy from cable company came to check and discern the problem, he said it was something that had gone wrong in the underground line between the house and the street. Signal, or whatever they use to majik the stuff from outer space into the house, was good out there on the pole. Which caused him to conclude the problem was in a line that is buried in the yard, from the street to the back of the house.
Which, in reality, means that it could have been a person with the shovel back there digging a hole. Who might have accidentally chopped into the line that majiks the stuff into the black plastic box mounted there on the back of the house. But no one mentioned the possibility of some one with a sharp pointy blade stomping around in the leaf mulch, so I did not offer any excess information.
Just like I've been saying all along: You don't have to tell everything you know. You should not be dishonest, but it's OK to keep your mouth shut. No need to incriminate oneself unnecessarily.
I told the man who has been fidgeting over lack of cable TV I wanted to get the modem moved. It is such a nasty eye-sore, sitting there like a Grinch or Troll on the wall in the kitchen. My plan was to relocate into the laundry room. Cable guy said that would not work, as there is no phone jack available there. So Plan B: relocate into bedroom, as discreetly as possible, down near the floor in the corner. Maybe. Depends on whether he was so ready to quit work for the day he failed to put in a work order for this new project.
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