[Candid screenplays as derived from real social encounters]
INT. BEDROOM – EVENING
In the suburbs, a man confronts his wife with pressing news as she’s otherwise engaged in domestic routine.
MAN, weary from a day of work, holding iPhone.
“Well that’s irritating, I updated my VPN app, and there’s apparently been an Apple framework change to how VPN sessions are handled.”
Man glances to wife to see if she’s listening. She gives no overt indication that she is.
“Grab that blanket and pull, will you?”
Man grabs sheet and stretches to side of bed.
“Before, it used to keep an open tunnel when transitioning across cellular and WiFi, but now it seems to lock the session.”
“No, the blanket, not the sheet.”
Man grabs blanket.
“I bet it’s a security restriction, that it’s now locking the client IP per session. If I disconnect and reconnect, it establishes a new session just fine.”
(Gesturing) “Pull the blanket to your side.”
“It’s just irritating that I can’t roam between access points anymore. I guess there’s no real reason to have it running at home, but that’s less convenient. I wish I hadn’t updated.”
“Pull the blanket.”
Man pulls blanket.
“Are you listening to me?”
“I don’t use that and I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
MAN sighs inwardly in obvious despair.