Out of normal business practice, I expected an email in response to a three paragraph inquiry but didn’t receive a reply. Perhaps, the email trolls intercepted my sent message and ate it up. Of course, as a customer service representative myself, I cannot push for speedier results and usually my white-knuckling patience leads to forgetting any alleged wrong-doing or injury.
For awhile, I had wanted an “otter box” from Shrimpsei. But because my funds were “tied up” to other charitable endeavors, I didn’t have a choice but to “wait” until last week when I couldn’t stand it anymore and placed my order in the hopes of stuffing my SMALL purse with that orgonite gadget.
I guess I’ll have to go to the dentist this Thursday without a boost for good luck. He’s a ‘reptoid” from at least one facial bump. During the last dental appointment a couple of weeks ago, he intentionally made a point to get my filling fixed by pushing hard and wiggling his prodding tool into my worn out composite resin on tooth number fifteen. He’s a part white, Japanese breed with light-brown hair, a moustache and small spectacle. He was referred to me by Kathy over ten slong years ago. She used to work in the very last building to the right before the long travel off southbound-880.
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