I'm soooo pissed right now. The useless excuse for a newspaper carrier failed to deliver the Sunday inserts. He usually drops them off on Saturday but when they didn't come then, I figured for whatever reason he'd drop the whole paper off on Sunday. It's raining here. My fucking paper was sitting in mud/rain. The porch mind you, was only 2 feet away from where the paper was laying. Lazy bastard. Oh and no inserts. So I try to call. Everything's friggen automated with that interactive voice that wants you to think that it's a "real" person. When it was looking up my address, you could hear the click of a keyboard in the background. How cute. Maybe they should concentrate more on getting responsible adults to deliver the newspaper as a whole and on my porch rather than Interactive Inez which I bet cost thousands of dollars.
I never did get to report that my paper was missing. Just wait till the bill comes in, I'm gonna have a few choice words to say instead of submitting payment.
None of this however allows me to drink my coffee and puruse the Target ad. Someone shall pay for this.
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