"One of those wires must have been the phone line," the woman muses. Her name tag reads ADRI.
"What wires?" you ask.
"The ones on the pole."
"Which pole?"
She looks uncomfortable. "The one I accidentally sort of pushed over with my truck," she says.
"On my way in here, there was this bobcat? So I like, swerved? And the pole was like really weak or something, because I just brushed it and it fell over, and all the wires came down and everything. Oh, don't worry," she says, looking at your face. "The bobcat is okay. He ran off into the sagebrush."
"It's just that I really, really need to make a phone call right now," you say.
"Oh."