This morning before leaving home I called my mortgage company to ask a question. After about 5 minutes of trying unsuccessfully to describe my problem to a sickeningly polite, inanimate object, I became so enraged I started yelling my responses into the phone. Of course, my wife was shaking her head like, "yelling at the phone won't help it understand you". I was thinking, "I know, but it makes me feel better and might keep my head from exploding". I finally got the issue resolved but at what cost to my psyche and blood pressure?
I think this mainframe from the seventies is what I was "conversing" with this morning.
2 comments:
Nice call there John Cougar!!
ED! I'm laughing out loud. Thanks man.
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