It's a shame that it's come to this: Part 2
I have to take deep breaths before writing this because I’ve been patient with you for years. I’ve tried to be understanding and relax, which says a lot given my propensity to fly off the handle and relinquish any sort of relationship, fairly easily. I’ve been able to look past ridiculously high bills for no apparent reason, the fact that you have dropped calls in Banana Republic, but in the Metro, you’re game. While that’s commendable, in the event of some sort of serious metro emergency, it’s totally unacceptable when I have an actual important question to ask my mother, like whether or not to get black pants or Heather grey pants, and I cannot, because I don’t have any service. All of which is strange, because I’m pretty sure that there should be a whole slew of people lead by a nerdy, skinny white man, helping me out 24/7, and yet I do not feel the love. Where is my skinny, nerdy, white man? Huh? Yeah, that’s what I thought.
As you see, I was ok with that and understood and things were fine and generally I like to remain drama free with you, but there is one thing that pushes me over the edge and frankly makes me want to kick some nerdy, skinny, XY chromosome ass. And that, my dear wireless company, is when I try to figure out how one of your people, “accidentally” put someone else’s phone on my account, thus removing my free upgrade as well as seriously fucking up my service for 4 days. How is that possible? And what did you think was going to happen when you had the same phone number for two different people? Yeah, you idiots fixed it and yeah I still have my upgrade, but I was without service for four days! A fuck up, which required two trips to your damn store, where I was met with a trainee, named Jeronimo, who couldn’t understand why I would be so irate that a Nokia magically showed up on my account.
But I did keep my cool during my transaction and while I was thisclose to placing my foot up someone’s nose, I was able to not yell or threaten violence. But believe you me, I’m pissed. And I’m switching to T-Mobile, if you don’t shape up.
You never stop working for me, my ass,