Day of the Morons

Telephone woke me up 9 a.m.-ish this morning (after I got to sleep around 3 a.m.). A computer voice said something like “please stay on the line for an important message.”

And it put me on hold. Hung up, said colorful metaphors.

Got back from afternoon errands to find the same computer had talked to my answering machine, which recorded hold-music for a minute, then hung up.

Dear bleeping-stupid company:

If I call you and get put on hold, that’s OK. Your incoming lines are probably very busy.

You call me, there better be a carbon-based unit ready to talk to me. You don’t get to insult me with your computer and on-hold.

Otherwise, bleep-off.


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