Tuesday, February 18, 2014

If I could kill you through the phone line, I would totally send death rays.

pretty much, not a day goes by that i don't want to up and kill someone idiotic on the other end of the phone line.  sometimes, i don't think the person thinks about what he/she is saying.....annnnnd, sometimes, the person really IS that stupid.

the furnace needed to be fixed, as it wasn't maintaining the set temperature.  i spoke to several repair guys, but my favorite was this one:

repair guy: well, ma'am, what you need to do is turn up the heat in increments.

me: pardon?

repair guy: you need to turn it up, and then when it reaches the set temperature, turn it up again until you get the temp you want.

me:  so you're suggesting that if i set the thermostat in tiny increments, the furnace will magically keep up?

repair guy:  that's exactly what i'm saying.

me:  you're an idiot.  good-bye.  

i don't know about you, but in my world, taking something that's broken and trying to make it work in small time periods DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT THAT IT'S BROKEN.  death rays, people, death rays.  if i had 'em, i would've used 'em.


xoxo and all that sappy crap,

mrs. awesome

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