How lovely to be him

This morning I woke up to find my internet was out. No ethernet, no wifi, and back-to-back Zoom meetings beginning at 10:00. I either had to get the get service restored or get to the coffee shop and hope it was quiet enough to hold my meetings there.

I realize I sounded very stressed while talking to the Comcast/Xfinity IT specialist. I kept apologizing to him -- "I'm upset, but I'm not upset with you" -- but I needed him to let me know if he could get me back online right away. Otherwise I've got to move.

The tech told me his name was Jordan. I suspect he was in India. I could hear a roomful of his similarly accented coworkers. He asked if he could put me on "a quick hold" while he tried something. Then he proceeded to work while I could still hear him. This shook my confidence. It he couldn't figure out the hold button on his phone, how could he restore my internet?

As he was clacking away he began to sing to himself. "Yesterday, all my troubles seem so far away ..." 

Suddenly I felt better. A Beatle person could come to rescue!

Then I thought of Sir Paul. A kid halfway around the world knew all the words to a song he likely introduced before the kid's were born. How cool for him. It must be wonderful to have created something so lasting, and with such universality and reach.