OK, so I'm on the phone with tech support today, and they have me down as pkbitchbum.
I go, "No, Beach"
She goes, "Yes, Bitch"
Them's fightin' words, but I deferred to my better nature, so I'm like all, "No, beach, beeeeeeeeech"
She's like, "Yes, I hear you, Bitchbum"
Me: "NO! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech"
She: "Yes, I hear you. Mr. pkbitchbum."
It took all the couth, effexor, xanax and trazadone I've accumulated over the past few months not to invoke a 3rd class pejorative at this point.
Maybe medication does work.
All the while, I'm laughing my ass off, which is a good sign, I suppose. And I'm still smiling.
We worked it out. But I wish someone other than Lefty was here to listen to the conversation. It must have been hysterical.
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