Let me start by saying this: the 5G Home Internet was sold to us with a promise so bold it should have come with a cape. We were explicitly told we could bring it anywhere we want. Anywhere. A nice gentleman assured us there would be no issues. We believed him.
Fast forward to the first day we tried to actually use it while traveling, and—surprise!—it turns out “anywhere” really means only where Verizon says it’s okay, and every location requires a tied-down address. An address? We were never told this. Not once. Not anywhere.
So there we were, my wife frantically trying to update addresses for the 5G Home Internet while juggling her remote work responsibilities, only to be lectured, scolded, and made to feel like the villain of a dystopian sitcom. According to the representative, it was her fault. This was all her doing. She was breaking sacred, mysterious rules that apparently no man could break.
