Grandpa Simpson has nothing over me. All I do all day is sit around waiting to complain about someone. Today I attempted a simple task: get a repairman for our dishwasher. Easy, peazy, right? Fucking hardly!
I called an appliance sales/repairs operation and was greeted not with a "Hello, Sherwood Appliance", but instead I heard "We're having a great day at Sherwood Appliance." WTF? I didn't know what to do. Was I talking to an call machine or a ridiculous human being? My only answers was to be somewhat cynical and say " Well, I'm glad your having a good day... but I'm not. I need a repairman. Is this the place to call? Puddin' then asked my what I needed done and after telling her, she asked me what make my dishwasher was. I told her it was a Miele - pronounced Mee-la. She corrected me, saying it was a Mee-lee. Now I'm pissed. First off, I don't like to be corrected, secondly, she's fucking wrong. It is not Mee-lee, it's Mee-la.
So within thirty seconds, this moron has tried to be cute and funny and then incorrectly corrected me. I wanted to fucking scream at her, but of coarse I have no really choice because I need a repairman. Puddin' then told me that Mee-la's need to repaired by Mee-la repairmen and they couldn't do it. Fucking great. Thanks for all your help you moron. I took the high road and didn't yell and scream at her concerning her stupid phone manners, but the longer I sit and stew about it, I still may. The question is: WTFWKD? (What The Fuck Would Keener Do)
Now I sit and wait because after having to call Toronto, a Mee-la repairman will call me to arrange a time for an appointment.
I JUST WANT MY FUCKING DISHWASHER FIXED. IS THAT SO FUCKING HARD?
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