Credit Cards
This is going to be a short one. Why? Because I just don't feel like writing a lot.
So here's the thing. I lost my wallet today. Shitty, yes. What drives me crazy is the pseudo customer service people who take their sweet-ass time to read asinine disclaimers to cover the company's ass. One particular card company had a man who was obviously retarded - I got nothing against equal opportunity employment except when it wastes my time. He asked me "where was the card stolen?" I said "it fell out of my pocket between this street and that street." To which he responded, "where was your card stolen?" Unbelievable. Then he asked "Who stole your card?" Right. Correct me if I'm wrong here, but if I knew who stole my card it wouldn't be stolen. If I knew who stole my card I'd still be kicking their ass right now, 4 hours later. It's amazing what can happen when synapses don't quite fire properly. And it's amazing that these are the people in control of your credit cards and whether or not they get canceled. And it is even more amazing that these people have access to your personal information. That may be the scariest of all. I really hope there is some kind of background check on these people and not just an open call for work on Craig's list. "Hey, need a job? Come work for such and such credit card company!"
Oy.
Turns out the wallet was picked up by a bunch of punk kids who called in an order to a local sushi restaurant and had it delivered to a bench outside a church down the street from the restaurant. How do I know this? Because I went to said sushi restaurant to ask if they had any recollection of the asshole who stole my wallet and they showed me the delivery order and the address. Now, I'm no tough guy, but I made my way over to that church to kick someone's ass. Too bad I was an hour and a half late. for the ass whooping. Luck them. I don't know what I would have done if they were sitting there munching on tuna rolls and miso soup.
Well, that's it for now. I'm going to call Coach and request they make a wallet with a chain on it. I doubt that will go over well, but, hey its worth a try. There are a lot of really rich kids who think they're all that and a bag of chips who'd definitely go for the quality craftsmanship of fine leather work with the old school charm of the Hell's Angels.
Crap. Now I have to wait a week for a new ATM card. How much does that suck?
So here's the thing. I lost my wallet today. Shitty, yes. What drives me crazy is the pseudo customer service people who take their sweet-ass time to read asinine disclaimers to cover the company's ass. One particular card company had a man who was obviously retarded - I got nothing against equal opportunity employment except when it wastes my time. He asked me "where was the card stolen?" I said "it fell out of my pocket between this street and that street." To which he responded, "where was your card stolen?" Unbelievable. Then he asked "Who stole your card?" Right. Correct me if I'm wrong here, but if I knew who stole my card it wouldn't be stolen. If I knew who stole my card I'd still be kicking their ass right now, 4 hours later. It's amazing what can happen when synapses don't quite fire properly. And it's amazing that these are the people in control of your credit cards and whether or not they get canceled. And it is even more amazing that these people have access to your personal information. That may be the scariest of all. I really hope there is some kind of background check on these people and not just an open call for work on Craig's list. "Hey, need a job? Come work for such and such credit card company!"
Oy.
Turns out the wallet was picked up by a bunch of punk kids who called in an order to a local sushi restaurant and had it delivered to a bench outside a church down the street from the restaurant. How do I know this? Because I went to said sushi restaurant to ask if they had any recollection of the asshole who stole my wallet and they showed me the delivery order and the address. Now, I'm no tough guy, but I made my way over to that church to kick someone's ass. Too bad I was an hour and a half late. for the ass whooping. Luck them. I don't know what I would have done if they were sitting there munching on tuna rolls and miso soup.
Well, that's it for now. I'm going to call Coach and request they make a wallet with a chain on it. I doubt that will go over well, but, hey its worth a try. There are a lot of really rich kids who think they're all that and a bag of chips who'd definitely go for the quality craftsmanship of fine leather work with the old school charm of the Hell's Angels.
Crap. Now I have to wait a week for a new ATM card. How much does that suck?
posted by Adam Donshik at 10:02 PM
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