So the cute, adorable phone of my childhood has turned into the second cousin of the Terminator - the big bad one sent back to kill Sarah Conner before John was even born. (Yes, I am a raging geek).
My phone line isn't working. So, being the smart resilient person that I am, I called the phone company (irony alert: have you tried to find the phone company's number in the phone book?) to find out what was happening.
I was welcomed by the automated responsed service (thanks tech support types); which is actually a nice pleasant female voice without a thinking mentality or a soul, by the way.
Following is my completely illogical conversation with one of the machines that will likely be taking over the world any day now.
Disembodied voice: "What type of service do you need. Please say telephone service or DSL. Or for further service say agent for a technician."
Me: "Human."
Disembodied Voice: "Okay, fios."
Me: "No, human, please."
Disembodied Voice: "Type of fios."
Me: "Telephone service."
Disembodied Voice: "I did not understand that request."
Me: "Of course you didn't you stupid machine."
Disembodied Voice: "Okay, DSL."
Me: "Oh my gosh. Agent, give me a human."
Disembodied Voice: "Please state your phone number, with area code first."
Me: "Im not talking with a machine. AGENT!"
Disembodied Voice: "I'm having trouble with your request. Please hold while I connect you with our technical support department."
Me: "Thank you. Woohoo a human!"
New Disembodied Voice: "Hello welcome to (phone company's name) technical service department. You have entered the automated tech service help line. Please state the type of service you would like. Telephone service or DSL."
Me: "ARRGGHH"
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