Re-Tuning The Connection
Feeling a sense of almost cinematic triumph, I finally restored normal internet speeds to my home—but with one tiny yet satisfying adjustment: Daniel would get none of it. By the very next morning, a bold, glossy “For Rent” sign was plastered across his apartment window like a public confession. The sight nearly made my coffee taste sweeter.
Re Tuning The Connection
My little strategy had clearly rattled him far more than I expected, and in reclaiming my bandwidth, I had inadvertently reclaimed a measure of peace and quiet, watching the unfolding spectacle like a morning show just for me.
A Cheap Trick Attempt
Before his grand exit, Daniel couldn’t resist one last pitiful attempt to claw back some control. He slipped a crumpled note into my mailbox, accusing me of “Cyberbullying,” his handwriting jagged with indignation. The irony was so thick it practically dripped off the paper. I chuckled as I tucked it away for safekeeping, mentally awarding him a self-awareness trophy he would never accept.
A Cheap Trick Attempt
It was as if he truly believed he was the victim in a drama he had scripted himself, and that only made it funnier.
