My husband and I work in the internet service provider industry. The one thing that we have learned over and over through the years is that the more advanced the technology becomes, the less and less we know and understand as people in general.

The term Wi-Fi is used very much as a generic term meaning all things wireless, it couldn’t be further from the truth! But this is not the place I come to whine, complain and vent about work. However, when I found this article in the readers digest I laughed and laughed. It just makes me happy to think about it. So I’m reprinting it here, giving full credit to the writer…….Mike Lacher, from mcsweeneys.net.

Lo, in the twilight days of the second year of the second decade of the third millennium did a great darkness descend over the wireless internet connectivity of the people on Ferndale Street in the North Central lands of Iowa. For many years, these gentle folk basked in a wireless network overflowing with speed, internet flowing like a river into their Compaq Presario.

But then one gray morning did internet Explorer 6 no longer load the Google. Refresh was clicked, again and again. Perhaps the Google was broken, the people thought, but then the Yahoo, too, did not load. Nor did Hotmail. Nor usatoday.com. The land was thrown into panic. Internet Explorer 6 was minimized then maximized. The Compaq Presario was unplugged then plugged back in. The old mouse was brought out and plugged in beside the new mouse. Still the Google did not load.

Some in the kingdom thought the cause of the darkness must be the Router, which, according to legend, had been installed behind the recliner long ago. Concluding the trouble must lie deep within the microchips, the people did despair and resign themselves to defeat.

But with the dawn of the feast of Christmas did a beacon of hope manifest itself upon the inky horizon. Riding in upon a teal Ford Focus came a great warrior, a suitor of the gentlefolk’s granddaughter.

Work had spread through the kingdom that this warrior perhaps knew the true nature of the Router.

The people did beseech the warrior to aid them. While others may have shirked the duties, he accepted the quest and strode bravely across the living room’s beige shag carpet.

Deep, deep behind the recliner did the warrior crawl, over great mountains of National Geographic magazines and deep chasms of TV Guides. At last, he reached a gnarled thicket of cords, a terrifying knot of gray and white and black and blue threatening to ensnare all who ventured farther. The warrior charged ahead and bested the thicket, ripping away the vestigial cords and swiftly untangling the deadly trap.

And finally, the warrior arrived at the Router. The warrior swiftly maneuvered to the rear of the box and pulled with all his force, dislodging the cord from the router. The heavens roared. The earth wailed. The green lights turned off. Silently the warrior counted. One. Two. Three. And just as swiftly, the warrior plugged the cord back into the Router. Great crashes of blood-red lightning boomed overhead. Murders of crows blackened the skies. The power light cam on solid green. The warrior stared at the Internet light, waiting, waiting. And then, as the world around him seemed all but dead, the Internet light began to blink.

The warrior made haste to the Compaq Presario. With a resounding click he opened Internet Explorer 6. And then did he see, at long last, that The Google did load.

And so the good people of the kingdom were delighted and did heap laurels and Jell-O salad at the warrior’s feet, for now again they could have their Hotmail as the wireless Internet did flow freely to their Compaq Presario. The warrior ate his Jell-O salad, thanked the gentlefolk, and then went to the basement because the TiVo was doing something weird with the VCR.

OK people, giggle, giggle, giggle!!!