Monday, July 21, 2014

O Happy Mail Delivery

This is the one day a year where I let out a whoop when I open my mailbox. Yes, my Oshkosh car pass arrived. I am so grateful for it. I have it and the accompanying map in my underpants drawer for safekeeping.

I did call the "your credit card was declined" place -- what a bureaucracy. It was the typical phone tree, then the typical "this call may be recorded..." You know, if there's so much training, why are these people still so horrid? Every time she wasn't speaking, she'd put me on hold so I'd get Muzak and more announcements about how the call was important to them.

At one point, she asked something like "what's the account?" and I said my name and then spelled it and she really barked at me, "WHAT'S THE ACCOUNT NUMBER?" and I said, "Gee, you don't have to be so snappy."

So, of course, she runs the card through again and says, "this time it went through" -- I know she thought I was a deadbeat. It reminds me of that wonderful scene in Best in Show where the couple is trying to check into the hotel and their card is declined.

After she said that, I asked if everything was paid up or something and she snapped back some answer. Anyway, it's now done.