Less than impressed.
Verizon Customer Serivce Agent: Hi! I'm insane and from some call center in Buttneck Creek, Arkansas! How you'all doin' today! Can I have your little ol' phone number and account number!!?
Me: Uhhhhhhhh... (momentary pause while I adjust to the fact I will be doing business with one of the Clampetts)
VCSA: No?!?! Well that's just a little bit of somethin'! Do you have your phone number?! I can look up that cotton-pickin' account number!
Me: That would be great. 202-829-5555.
VCSA: That's great! Now while your account loads, let's talk about your cellular phone! Is that with Verizon?
Me: Let's not talk about my cell phone. Let's just answer the questions I have about my bill.
VCSA: But is it? Is it with Verizon? What about it's service quality? Can you hear a pin drop? (I'd like to point out that she pronounced pen with two-syllables. Does she drink her moonshine out of a clay jug with three x's painted on the side? Yes, yes she does.)
Me: Look, I just called to remove this crappy option you talked me into when I signed up for broadband service. I don't even know what it does.
VCSA: Well, there's no reeeeeee-son to get annoyed.
Me: Well, I do get annoyed.
VCSA: Yes, you do.
Me: Excuse me?
VCSA: All I wanted to do is talk about your cell phone! And here you are grumpier than a hog in a desert!
That's when I hung up, stared at the phone for a full five minutes in disbelief, then took a hefty pull off my flask of whiskey.
1 comments:
Keep up the fight. Last week I got a free pair of shoes and a free pair of underwear by yelling at different servants of the man. Pretty soon I shall have a whole free outfit.
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