Sure, people got stuck in subways and elevators, and had to sleep on sidewalks, and so on. But I am still forced to access the internet by dialup.
And I have this sneaking suspicion it’s not going to get better any time soon. When we first got digital cable, we had some sort of connection problem — the signal would glitch out and freeze every time it rained. It only took something like half a dozen service calls over the course of three months to get a technician conversant with the difference between his own nether regions and a hole in the ground to determine that the problem was a faulty widget connected to the cable some twenty feet outside my window. So my faith in Time Warner is not what you might describe as unending. I figure I’ll be rejoining the twenty-first century sometime this decade, but I’m not placing any bets beyond that.