He was coming up with theories about why I lost the internet last night and suggested it was when the neighbour shut down her computer. He's got it in his head that it's her internet I'm using. I said I didn't think so because if it was hers I'd be able to get it elsewhere in the house, not just at this very specific point. I also said that I didn't think she'd have wireless when she's the only one who went online. And do you know what he said?
Go on, guess.
It won't be as stupid as what he actually said.
His response: "Oh, so you definitely think it's someone who has wireless then?"
No. I think I'm online through psychic computer power. And oh, it gets better. The rest of the conversation:
Me: "Does she not have wireless?"
Him: "No, she has broadband."
Me: "Er...that doesn't mean she doesn't have wireless." (I wanted to phrase that better, maybe "they're not mutually exclusive you know" but I was overcome with shock at the sheer ignorance.)
Him: "Hm. Oh well, I'm off to work."
Ok, maybe I can forgive the broadband/wireless confusion. He is rather old. But I have no sympathy for not realising I'm on wireless. A. I told him that yesterday. And B. How exactly does he think I'm online? Magic? Sheer willpower? Invisible wires that have somehow burrowed over into next door's modem?
My brain hurts.