The human female orders lots of Squiggly Things–and a few Non-squiggly Things– from the Purveyor of Squiggly Things. Over the years, you’ve heard me relate some of the god-level foul-ups, overages, underages, breakages, latenesses, wrong-shippinesses, and other catastrophes that I’ve caused with her orders. It’s one of my favorite things to do!
She always has to call the account rep to straighten them out. In my head, I always call him The Account Rep Who Sighs, because whenever she calls him, there is a long, resigned pause as he sees the caller ID, mentally girds his loins to face the complaint du jour, and regrets a good many of his life choices.
I must have the P.O.S.T. thoroughly conditioned. I mean, look–
They’ve started printing their packing slips right on the Returns and Complaints Form for her convenience.