The Wi-Fi Dropped and So Did I 

I swear my Wi-Fi has a personal vendetta.

One moment I’m peacefully scrolling, feeling productive…

The next, everything freezes.

Videos buffer forever.

Articles disappear mid-sentence.

My memes load with that agonizing half-face pixel.

I check the router.

It’s on.

The little lights blink mockingly.

I reboot it.

Wait.

Nothing.

I pace.

I mutter.

I even threaten it silently, like it can hear me.

Then, in despair, I grab my laptop and move to the kitchen.

Maybe it works there.

Maybe I’ll negotiate peace.

The signal flickers… and dies again.

By now, I’m not just frustrated.

I’m existentially betrayed.

The Wi-Fi didn’t just drop.

It dropped me.

So I stare at the ceiling, reflecting on life.

If my Wi-Fi can leave me, can I trust anyone?

Even my fridge seems smug.

I decide to read a book instead.

Only to realize… it’s on my laptop.

Great.