Cox Cable

I may have already told you this story but it's pretty good and I don't want to forget it. When the guy above me moved in, we had an interesting encounter. I walked into the building and saw two guys carrying a mattress up the stairs. I tried to help and explain to them how I angled my own mattress in order to get it up the narrow stairwell. When we got to the second floor, the new guy introduced himself as my new neighbor that just moved to Virginia for work. I unlocked my door and started to carry in my bags when he turned around and said, "oh wait! I wanted to ask you....what do you do for internet?" Let's ponder this question for a minute. What do I DO for internet? What does that even mean? My mind was racing as I tried to answer my attractive new neighbor's question. What is the answer? The provider? wireless? laptop? Finally, I kind of shrugged my shoulders and said, "I do Cox?" New attractive neighbor and his brother kind of wrinkled their foreheads and thought about this for a moment. The brother smiled. Did I say the wrong thing? I came into my apartment and stood at the door replaying the conversation in my mind. Oh crap. He's not from Virginia so he doesn't know that our cable service is called Cox. In his mind, his neighbor just told him she does cocks for internet.