No Bail Necessary

My Honey and I were standing outside the Sprint store last night, girding our loins and planning our strategy.  Based on his feral behavior during the previous conversations that we had with the sales department, the technical department and (of all things) the customer service department, I told My Honey that I’d do the talking.  At least until I get that look in my eye and things begin to get dangerous.  He responded, “Alright, you tap me in when you’re ready.” 

Armed with the visual of him standing on the outside of the ring, jumping up and down on the ropes and screaming encouragement, we charged ahead.  In my mind, I was dressed as one of those super muscular, scary looking wrestler chicks with a bleached blond weave and four inch boots and a nasty disposition.  My Honey was wearing that weird spandex and a crazy look in his eye. 

We brought along the kids because we were going to grab dinner afterwards.  Besides, I figured it they gave us any trouble, The Bandit could use his much practiced “Poke-‘Em-in-the-Armpit” move with his wooden sword.  It’s really a shame that there’s no hot lava to throw people into anymore.  I figured the worst Sassy could do was whine and glare at them, but if that’s what they needed to experience before they were going to satisfy me, then I had no compunction whatsoever is unleashing our most powerful weapons.

Much to my surprise and delight, Andrew the Wonder Clerk came to our rescue.  He immediately understood our problems, and while he couldn’t fix them, he advised us to call Sprint Customer Care while we were there.  It’s a damn good thing, too, because I’m telling you that if I’d been at home alone and was spoken to by the unbelievably bitter and bitchy clerk, Angela, in the Retention Department, I would have gone completely apeshit.  I swear it’s true.  Even the sainted Andrew got upset when I turned the phone over to him.  Finally her boss came on the phone and Roger the Great and Saint Andrew fixed our problems.  I promised I would give them the highest marks if I was asked to take a survey.  I also promised that I would add another entry into the blog with the end result.

I really dislike being mean and hateful, and the words that I’m about to type right now are verging on evil knowing what I know about the job market.  But, Angela needs to be fired.  Sprint – if you’re reading, Saint Andrew and Roger the Great were fantastic and should be bonused handsomely.  Angela needs to be axed – toot sweet.