fart-patio said: To extend on the Fragile Things comment and about human anatomy, I learned how to put on a condom from Death Talks About Life. So, thank you for that.
Time has blunted my outrage from the days of customer service, and so I only remember a coupla gems, like the woman who called the streetlight outage hotline (yes, I worked on a hotline where you reported streetlight outages. Astonishingly, this was NOT the most tedious job I ever had.) to tell me that her streetlight had been crappy ever since the gaslight was replaced with electric, and she wanted her street’s lights torn out and replaced with the old gas ones. Now, St. Paul may be a quaint little metropolis, but even we had stopped doin’ that whole gaslight thing in the thirties.
As with all such imponderables, all you can do is hit hold, turn in your chair, and carol in that high, mad sing-song that means your manager is about to suffer as you have suffered, “I have a customer that needs to talk to yoooooooouuu…””