One of our cats has decided to take up the charming habit of chewing through cords. We've bought two new ethernet cords just this week, and this morning as I was watching the Olympics, POW, suddenly no TV because he had chewed through the DirecTV receiver cord.
Finding a DirecTV receiver cord on a Sunday in the South could be challenging, but after a few tries I spotted, on a list of DirecTV retailers within 50 miles of Atlanta, the name "Henry Le" and said to Mr. krista, "He'll answer." Sure enough, he picked up and claims to have what we need, though he's not in the shop address that is listed on the DirecTV site. Instead he said he would text the address and we had to be there within two hours.
Mr. krista now has cash-in-hand and is on his way to meet some guy at a house 30 miles from here to buy a receiver cord. RIP Mr. krista.