Seldom do I reach epic levels of rage to which I scare even myself, as to what I might be capable of unleashing on another human being. The non-cellular phone call I just experienced via Durka-Durkastan, where I politely attempted to track the replacement cell phone that I should now be gently caressing, was one of these times. After the third equally inept Farsi, Pashto, or Dari speaker transferred me to yet another CSR, I was finally put in touch with Durka Durka Mohammed, where I unleashed a verbal jihad of epic proportions. Red Fox and Richard Pryor would have both blushed, even though it would have been hard to notice. After allowing me to lambaste his company, culture, and to even make a few digs about how delicious bacon is, I took a breath long enough to find out that his American name is Gary. He spoke better English than the bigots on Duck Dynasty, and his folks owned a 7-11 in Tempe, AZ. Thank you Gary for allowing me to vent and helping me to not unleash a fatwa on your company.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 23:51:40 +0000
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