“Daddy, fix the TV please” begged his seven year old daughter. “The lines are all squiggly!” “Fix it Daddy, Please?” she asked.
He knew fixing the damn satellite wasn’t as easy as she thought, but being such a loving father, he did his best.
He knew the problem before he even went up. Three stories later he reached the roof top.
“Just as I thought, those frigging birds shit on the satellite dish again.” he muttered.
Suddenly he had a revelation.
“That’s it! I ‘m cutting the cord!”
“Just let those stupid birds try shitting on my Android TV Box.”
This story of cord cutting and a daddy’s love is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers.
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