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And You Wonder Why I Am Not E-Mailing You Part 2

I did as he said and got the word FAILED I call back to the tech and naturally get another male Again I try to tell this one my predicament And he says, "That's what I do is hook you to the internet." "You don't understand I don't have a phone line.." "Oh they gave you to the wrong department. I'll get someone to help you Just hold on." Forty-five minutes and two techs later I was so mad I was bawling And begged to cancel my membership. "Don't cry dear we'll get you connected yet." "You can't" was my reply. "Yes we can just be patient." "You don't understand. Nobody would listen to me. I don't have a wire from the phone jack to the computer. Can you understand?" "You don't?" "No I've been telling you and the last three techs You can't connect me because of that." "Just get a wire and I'll get you connected to the internet." "I don't have one Or I would have hooked it up forty-five minutes ago. Just let me cancel I'm going to Kansas tomorrow. "How long will you be gone?" "Three weeks." "Than I'll give you a free month." "No!! Don't you hear me yet?" "Alright I'll let you off," he said. And finally removed my name or so I though. Until I get back to Kansas And walk into my bank. "I'm glad to see you. Do you know anything about this?" And handed me A bill for $30.00 For my so called canceled internet. I then relayed the story But was unsure how They had sent it to me personally Using my bank' address. When I arrived in Casper The first thing I did do Was contact the unnamed internet Probably somewhere near a zoo. I don't have the internet Much less a TV It's kind of like living In another century. But I always said I was born a century too late Guess I'll just make do And hope on my next trip to Kansas The stage isn't too late.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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