Literally.
The grounds-keeping folks here at Hart Ranch do a nice job. It is a BIG resort, with nice grassy areas between the sites. They use riding mowers and move a a fast clip. The guy who was mowing around our site this morning was hauling butt... I actually flinched as he came close by our dinette window slide out. A few seconds later, he went by the back of the coach and... our satellite TV went out: "No Satellites Found."
Yep, he "cut it close" (pun intended) by our satellite dish and ran over our coax cable...
It isn't unusual for the satellite to go out for a second or two as they drive a mower close by our Tailgater dish. This time, it didn't come back. Joan pulled up the set-up on the receiver - I said, "I'm guessing they ran over our cable." She went outside to check... yep. She flagged down one of the mowers and he called to have an electrician from the park come out to see about putting a new end on our cable. The guy who actually ran over it said, "I didn't see anything in the grass..."
Pretty obvious what happened. Joan was philosophical about it: "Hey, at least it wasn't a finger or a foot..."
Not like we are without TV entertainment in the meantime: the park has cable (the didn't drive over that one), and we can get over-the-air signals with our powered antenna. We are just used to the satellite viewing: our channels don't change numbers as we move around. ;-) Yeah, first world problems.
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