Thursday, March 11, 2010

On call centre hell

On call centre hell

Don't you just love automated call centres? Automated, of course, for your convenience.

"Please tell us the fifth letter of your password"

"C"

"Was that P for Papa?"

"No."

"Please tell us the fifth letter of your password"

"C"

"Was that E for Echo?"

"NO! It was C. C for... C for Crappy Fucking Lloyds Bastard TSB."

"Was that B for Bravo?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

"Unexpected item in bagging area."

"Fuck it, I'll go down the branch."

"Was that R?"

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