Just wanted to let you all know that ROYTERS is getting some pretty good traffic. C.Rag’s entertainment beat seems to be driving a lot of people our way, which is good. Come on over and check out the site, I think you’ll like it. Malach is doing sports commentary, Murk is doing opinion, Big Blue is doing political commentary, C.Rag is covering the Hollywood snatch, Mike is covering faith and values, and I’m just keeping it real like I’ve always been.
I was going to tell you all about how the house purchase is coming along and also how I disagree with the Court holding that there is a fundamental right to own a handgun (note: I think that people should be able to own guns, but I don’t think that the Second Amendment creates a constitutional right to own guns), but I had an experience at the local outlet of my cell phone provider that I decided to tell you.
First off, I’ve only had a cell phone for a little under two years. I got one in Dec. 2006 because I was going to have to do an hour-long commute to work over the summer and then an hour-long drive back. Recently, my cell phone has been crapping out and I’ve been having to charge it most every day. I went to the local store to take a look and see about getting a replacement.
The clerk at the store was very helpful and I wrote her this thank-you letter:
Dear Ms. Jizzbag at my local cell phone store,
I wanted to thank you for your help today. When I came into the store looking for a cell phone to replace mine and said I wasn’t sure exactly which of the three listed prices I would have to pay, you handled my confusion with grace. Asking me, “Are you replacing or upgrading?” made it all too clear. In fact, I’m rather surprised that I responded with “I don’t understand the distinction you’re making.”
Not letting the fact that you may not have made yourself clear to a potential customer get in the way, you bravely continued your course of action and asked yet again, “Are you replacing or upgrading?” Instead of trying to make things more clear to me or explain what you meant, you chose to persist stubbornly down your chosen path until you beat me into submission and forced me to adopt your world-view. President Bush would be proud.
And I have to admit, I did figure it out and things got going much better after that. When I responded by saying that my contract runs out in a few months, you quickly focused even more on your computer (which you had been looking at while talking to me), looked up my information, and said, “December 12.” When I asked what that meant, you continued your chosen course of customer service and responded “December 12.” Fortunately, I was able to put the pieces together and conclude that I would not be able to get a new phone for less than the full sticker price until December 12. And I have you to think for that, Miss Jizzbag.
But even more than your help on this issue was the way that you conducted yourself in the store. I must say that watching you pull your scrawny, meth-addict/matchstick-like body up into a ball and fit it onto the top of the stool approached a level of professionalism not often seen. Further, sticking your twat out to potential customers was another highly professional move that one does not often see from most cell phone store clerks. And finally, the gym pants that you wore was the piece de resistance, Miss Jizzbag.
Once again, I thank you for your help. I look forward to buying a phone from you come December 12. That is, if you have not turned your inability to converse with customers and unprofessional dress and manners into a better job.
Frankly, I’m not too worried about that, you fracking jizzbag.
Sincerely yours,
AngryMan
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