Thursday, May 05, 2005

Foul Territory

I can't wear yr shoes anymore, they don't fit.

Axxxxxxxxx speaking, how can i help you?

(robotic voice of a lifetime smoker describes a problem)

Please submit the changes in writing and they will be fixed.

(voice blames company, refusals)

Okay, please hold.

(voice remains speechless)

Phone rings again. Just minutes till closing, voicemail.

Incompetent: Please pick up the phone.
Axxxxxxxxx: At the moment, I cannot speak to the robot.
I: It's not a robot, it's a human being. This man is disabled.
Axxxxxxxxx: It is not a man.
I: You insensitive.....
Axxxxxxxxx: It is a woman, and i'm not retarded.


This day will not end, i fear. Ever.

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