On call centre hell
Don't you just love automated call centres? Automated, of course, for your convenience.
"Please tell us the fifth letter of your password"
"C"
"Was that P for Papa?"
"No."
"Please tell us the fifth letter of your password"
"C"
"Was that E for Echo?"
"NO! It was C. C for... C for Crappy Fucking Lloyds Bastard TSB."
"Was that B for Bravo?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
"Unexpected item in bagging area."
"Fuck it, I'll go down the branch."
"Was that R?"
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