A Wild, Useless Ride
My anger has a limit, when I expense my valued time. I mean, appointments were made & confirmed, then upon arrival, cancelled...with little reason or rhyme.
Now my effort taken wasn't simple, as it involved a complex route. Such
as a bus, the train, & then some dense urban forest along this lengthy
commute.
You might imagine my frustration, when on arrival, I'm told
they can't help. As they chalk it up to a computer error, so
what can I do, go complain on Yelp.
Now of course first, I must reverse my trip, through the urban jungle,
to the train and finally the bus. While I search for some kind of remedy,
where I can scream & shout, and probably cuss.
I know eventually I'll calm down, and try to find some equitable recourse. Such
that my time and effort aren't forgotten, and I won't have to call in the big guns
and airforce.
Copyright © Timothy Mattson | Year Posted 2023
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