When I pulled into my apartment complex last night I remember that I had a package waiting for me at my office. I passed a guy in a red coat who was exiting the office and didn’t think anything of it. I got my package (a great little xmas tree my mother sent my gf and I) and walked over to my building to see the man in the red coat standing at the door to the building. I approached and asked him if he needed to be let in and he said “Yeah, I can’t figure out how to call apartment 211 on this thing. I’m with Verizon, I need to fix her fiber line.”
