I was so angry with these cats I was ready to stare down the next two-bit drunkard that gave me a cockeyed twitch, and tell him to "Scram, before you get the dust beat outta ya!". I was heated, alright. Let's go through this. Firstly I got on the horn...
"Evenin' everyone, this is your humble customer. I am not gonna beat around the fence so I'll give it to ya straight, I'd like a speaker to give me a ring so we can talk some business. My number 1-xxx-xxx-xxxx. Hopefully I'll talk to ya soon. Goodbye. "
I hung up the phone with controlled fury. As soon as I sat back in my shiny new office chair I thought to myself... a legitimate operation eh? Hmm.. they would see this message and respond pronto, or.. when their tidings are accounted for. They knew my number by now... and judging by my sequentially serious messages, they knew it was all business, baby! I incessantly persevered. Slander slander, a cup of coffee, and a few hits of a cigarette later... I'm feeling adequate! And, though I got through to these hard-bargainers, I wasn't about to let my character be boxed in. I was determined to settle the score. I inquired. And inquired some more. And I realized it wasn't worth the trouble anymore. I chatted with this lovely ethic dame on the other end of the line. I could see the conversation was going to drag on at a snails pace. So I said to her, "Toots, you guys charge a pretty penny, but I think I may have been too hasty in my approach. I'd like a nice big refund!". It was done. I expectant to receive a payment as soon as that lovely little laser gets back, airmail style, to my friends at Wickedlasers in Shanghai, China! An email with detailed instructions was set to follow after my call. I waited. And I awaited. And awaited some more! To this day I have never received it. You see gents, herein lies my problem. Do you think you all could offer a fellow some advisory words?
"Evenin' everyone, this is your humble customer. I am not gonna beat around the fence so I'll give it to ya straight, I'd like a speaker to give me a ring so we can talk some business. My number 1-xxx-xxx-xxxx. Hopefully I'll talk to ya soon. Goodbye. "
I hung up the phone with controlled fury. As soon as I sat back in my shiny new office chair I thought to myself... a legitimate operation eh? Hmm.. they would see this message and respond pronto, or.. when their tidings are accounted for. They knew my number by now... and judging by my sequentially serious messages, they knew it was all business, baby! I incessantly persevered. Slander slander, a cup of coffee, and a few hits of a cigarette later... I'm feeling adequate! And, though I got through to these hard-bargainers, I wasn't about to let my character be boxed in. I was determined to settle the score. I inquired. And inquired some more. And I realized it wasn't worth the trouble anymore. I chatted with this lovely ethic dame on the other end of the line. I could see the conversation was going to drag on at a snails pace. So I said to her, "Toots, you guys charge a pretty penny, but I think I may have been too hasty in my approach. I'd like a nice big refund!". It was done. I expectant to receive a payment as soon as that lovely little laser gets back, airmail style, to my friends at Wickedlasers in Shanghai, China! An email with detailed instructions was set to follow after my call. I waited. And I awaited. And awaited some more! To this day I have never received it. You see gents, herein lies my problem. Do you think you all could offer a fellow some advisory words?
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