Pic: Retail Hell Underground
If I could live forever, I still doubt if the cellphone company's admin issue with me would ever be resolved.
Their Call Centre is a Kafkaesque trial in a leaking submarine, trapped in a dank cave with a rising tide.
"Just pay" she says.
" For what?" I ask.
" I can't tell you that - it's pre legal"
" It's paranormal!" I respond.
" I'm sorry sir?"
Scratching for air and light, I query if I'm possibly part of a Monty Python sketch.
"I'm sorry sir, once it's pre legal, the system won't allow me in to tell you what it's for."
"So A.I. now replicates floundering human incompetence in a symbiotic, upended purgatorial slinky spiral, whirring through Westron echoes down into Middle Earths bowels to eternal damnation and suffering!" I offer, starting to express myself clearer.
" Fraid so sir...unless you pay the outstanding amount."
" For WHAT!!!"
" I told you once..." she reminds me.