so much for customer service.

So this woman on the phone just made me feel like the biggest retard that ever existed.

I went to the pharmacy to pick up some stupid prescription mouthwash shit because I have some idiotic teeth infection or something ridiculous that’s costing me [okay, it’s not costing me monetarily—but mentally] and arm and a leg…so I go to check out and my bill is like $70 bucks.

I’m like WTF, is this mouthwash made out of gold and gypsy tears?

So I get back and I have to find out what the deal is, so I call up the Oxford people and try and figure out what is going on.

I spoke to a woman who was extremely condescending and she was like, “Well you had to pay a $50 deductible”.

I was like “What’s that for?”

And she was like “What’s what for?” [dickhead].

I’m like “The deductible?”

And she sort of gaffes and goes “Ah, you don’t know what a deductible is?”

And I was like “I don’t know anything about this shit [stuff], so can you please tell me?”

And she again, gaffes, and is like “Well, let me see how to explain this for you to understand…”

I was like “BITCH DON’T MAKE ME COME TO YOUR OFFICE AND CUT YOU”.

Okay! I didn’t say that but gee whiz!

It’s called a fucking Customer Support Center because you’re supposed to SUPPORT your idiot customers.

The thing is, I really didn’t even feel that stupid because I really don’t care what the fuck a deductible is, I just need to know why you’re taking my money; you can tell me you charged me an extra $50 bucks because you need to put that money into a National Circus Fund for People Missing Their Left Leg.

I don’t care.

Just give me the details so I can figure out a way to hurt you.

On a bizarre [well actually, nothing is really bizarre in the city anymore] note, I saw a woman today walking around with a Children’s Place bag filled with pasta and meatballs.

And no, not in a container, a bag filled half with cooked spaghetti and meatballs.

Sauce all over the place.

And she had this fork and was trying to scoop the pasta into the trash.

Do not ask me what in the hell she was doing because I couldn’t tell ya.

The city is so, so weird.

I also saw some Jets and Jet hoes cheerleaders

J-E-T-S.

standing under Pershing Square cheering or doing something queer.

Again, weird.

~ by ninamazing on October 17, 2008.