So it begins
I despise poor customer service, and baked beans, but that’s another story. And my favourite pork steak tea courtesy of Annie going to waste because I’m talking to ‘Sheena’ on O2 live chat for 90 minutes doesn’t digest very well on a Wednesday evening.
You see I’m like a magnet to shit customer service. And if you know me, you’ll know how much it gets on my caucasian tits. From simple fast-food employees not understanding the term ‘plain double-cheeseburger’ three times on the bounce, banks charging me £100 for a bag of Tangfastic Haribo and a bottle of water, credit card companies adding late payment fees when I’ve paid weeks in advance, and of course my favourite, (extreme sarcasm inserted here) the best telecommunications company of all time; O2. As Nelson would say: ‘HA-HA’ or as I prefer to say; ‘what a fucking joke’.
The truth is i’m a bit of a moaning bastard. And there’s plenty of other things I moan about as well. But shit customer service is top of my list.
