how rude!!!

thought this was funny and love the revenge...REMEMBER PEOPLE ARE PEOPLE....NO MATTER WHO!!!
I was at the grocery store yesterday getting some stuff for this weekend when I stumbled upon something that really ticked me off. I’m just hanging out, minding my own business looking for stuff on the list my wife made me, when I heard something in the next aisle. Sounded like an argument. I’m a curious guy, so l skiddoodled on over to see what was going on. Some middle-aged soccer mom looking woman was absolutely tearing into this cherub-faced kid about them not carrying the type of cake mix she wanted. “This is ridiculous! What kind of place is this! I need that cake mix! Get your ass to the backroom and look for it again! I’m having a party tomorrow and have to have it!” The poor guy looked shell-shocked. If he was anything over 16 years old, I would be so surprised. But I’ll give it to him, he handled it pretty well. “I’m sorry ma’am we don’t have any. I already looked we have the store brand, though it’s basically the same stuff I’d be happy to get some of that for you?” he replied. Good on you, young store employee.“NO. I DON’TWANT OFF—BRAND. YOU ARE A LOSER! GET ME YOUR MANAGER.”Cake woman was losing her head. I know cake is awesome, but come’on lady, you’re being a big ol’ turd. The kid’s manager comes out, chats with the lady who continues to freak out, but eventually gets her just to take the store—brand cake mix. He and his employee walk past me, I noticed that the kid was in tears. I was feeling a little bit feisty yesterday. I can be a mean person sometimes, but I absolutely hate it when people are rude to store employees/waiters/people they think are ‘beneath them.‘ Really, really pisses me off. That woman wasn’t getting away with it. I stalked her through the store, never getting too close to set off alarm. She moved from aisle to aisle getting more things, not knowing that a predator was about to strike. She got some pretty delicious looking things, I might add…but I wasn’t after those. I had my target. I was going to take that cake mix. I knew exactly where it was in her cart. Her cart was getting pretty full so I decided to move in for the kill. The petty—revenge gods were on my side because somehow the cake mix wasn’t covered by anything. She turned her back on her cart and bent down to get something off the bottom shelf. I rushed in, very nonchalantly snagged the cake mix out of her cart, and moved on. Of course I had to watch to make sure she checked out. In fact, I made sure I was right behind her. She didn’t notice a thing. For how big of a deal that cake mix was to her, I was surprised how little attention she payed to what she put on the conveyor belt. I smiled all night thinking about how she got home, unloaded all of her groceries, but couldn’t find the cake mix. She probably went back out to her car, looked around, maybe under the seats but guess what lady, it’s not there. That cake mix deserved better than her. I bought it. It was confetti cake mix. It might have been for a kids party for all I know, but I don’t care. I made it when I got home and it was delicious. Store brands are great.

sorry writing helps me think

I been a stepfather for over 25 years so far for 3 kids and now they come with 8 grandkids, but a couple of days we found out that their dad slipped into a coma from cancer and last night he passed away...you know i hate when shit like this happens and it's to someone that's suppose to be the enemy, the "ex-husband, the deadbeat father or the best one,their dad" , I ve met him a few times, and really didn't have any problems with him and he really couldn't have had anything against me cause I took over his duty and gave them kids a complete home...being an only child from a divorced family, being raised from the age 7 by a step mother and never seeing my mother again, I never would wish that for any children... so I man upped and offer my house to him to see his kids, even once allowing him and his new wife stay with us when their car broke down, gave him the part and even helped fix it... even though he lived 200 miles away and he drove his semi truck by our town 4 times a week and even sometimes, stopped at the truck scales right down the street less then a mile away...he never did stop, except for maybe 4 times as they were youths, but not for the big times like the high school football championships or the other awards, diplomas and accomplishments they received in their young lives, he did try and I give him credit for coming back into the children's lives when they had families of their own but that again was minimum. so how am I suppose to act when I face my step kids, do I lie and say things that wasn't true for a man I had no respect for...do I just be silent and just watch them suffer with this pain....do I just walk away cause I don't understand their pain,their love for him when he wasn't there...or do I just man up again, close the bad and think of the good and try to do the things I that I always did,or do i open my arms and try to ease the pain like I always did, try to say the words that need to be said...and try again to be, that father...that he never was..........

remember when...

Remember when life wasn't so messed up? When the street lights came on? You got your butt in the house. There was no standing around on corners, there was no 9yrs with a semi auto handgun ready to car jack you. When we went to school and listened and did what the teachers told you. Your teacher wheeled power and you did fear them. Now, the teachers fear the students, with taunts of bodily and verbal abuse. When the teachers told your parents about your behavior? You got dealt with by your parents. now, we blame the teachers for our children's behavior. We dressed to impress, we used Aqua net in abundance! Now, we DON'T dress and not impressed. They dress as if they are auditioning for the next Lil John video (skeet skeet!). When did we start calling "sleep wear" casual wear? (I don't want to hear your comments!). When wearing your pants down your ass is called "swag". The only thing you have done is made it easier for the police to caught your stupid behind when you run from them!!

We didn't have social media. Our social media was conducted at the playground and we DIDN'T have to wear Kevlar! We didn't have cell phones, texting, internet. If you wanted to know the where about of your kid? Just look for the house with all the bikes on the lawn. Your parents punished you for your infractions, we are talking "belt to butt" you faced your punishment. And, your mother telling you in the process "It hurts me more than it does you!" Really? My butt thought different! Now, we have mother's crying on social media, begging for money to bury their child. Only to get the money and go buy a car! And, to add insult to injury. She curses out the people that gave! And, the poor baby still has no money for his burial, and she's "Twerkng" on Facebook! What happened? When our "woman of the year" use to be a man!!! (I'm in search of counseling)

What happened to children being children? I was I the mall and a 8 yr old had an iPhone 5? What business does a 8 yr old need to conduct that requires an cell phone? Is there a Pokémon emergency? Did the Care Bears in need of legal counseling? At 8yrs old my phone was Fisher-Price! I saw a little girl that had on so much makeup, I was asking her for foundation tips! What Happened? When television shows like School House Rock, ABC Afterschool specials. What Happened? Now, our 12 yr old daughters ARE the after school specials! Having babies at 12 and grandma is 25? We are worried about our borders be open? When a 12 yr old LEGS SHOULD BE CLOSED!! We are asking for our candidates to restore and rebuild, the values that we once stood on. There IS no use in asking for such an unrealistic request. Because, from where I sit? It's hard to build on, when America is on QUICK SAND!!!!!

goodbye to those i thought were friends....

some one once told me when I was young, a long long time ago these words, ' that life is like a road, you got your uphills, and your downhills too, but what lies around each bend is a new adventure, it could be good or could be bad'....He finished with these last few ,"but only you do as you choose, so only you can decide"...
well I let those words just drift away to that file deep in my mind, not thinking much of it other then being just some lines. then came the other day, as I went around one them bends, I felt like I got kicked in the chest, and them words, those lines came out of rest. I had to choose, to decide to say good bye to some long time friends.... we met in high school, so many moons ago... they was introduced to me by a friend, but at first I didn't like you or your style, but as time went on, they made me want them to be close by. they were the friends that always stuck by, always there to calm me when times were bad, and they were there to help me celebrate, and yes they were there to make me look cool and when I was thinking I was bad.... yep they were what I called some of my best friends....
but then on that day my age came into view, and that I wasn't a kid no more,( that really bummed me out) and there's only so much a body can take ...so you my friends for as I have thought, you help put me in the hospital, where I never felt so alone, and you did it without having any kind of doubts it made me realize you were not my friends but nothing but an enemy within...
so now to you I must say good bye and walk away..."good bye cigarettes, good bye caffeine, and good bye to all those so called friends I will miss. I thought you had my back but you was only trying to destroy my heart. which you almost did. now its time to let you go, and know this you will be missed but I enjoy life too much and want to continue down that road....
On January 19th 2015 I woke having a heart attack, and was told that I was hours or maybe only minutes away from having a stroke. I thought of myself being pretty healthy, ate regular meals with all the food groups, yeah I smoked and drank caffeine and no i'm not gotta say things like that idiot "Clinton" did when asked if he smoked pot, I guess he must think we all have sesame street addresses or something, who knows? but yes I did and damn did I really enjoy the inhale too.
but what about drinking you may ask..., but to this I can only say, my dad, yes he was a drinker and enjoyed good times, but my mom, she was not, yea she had a few drinks i'm sure, but can honestly say I never saw her ever drunk. well I guess I followed in her foot steps, sure I did all my partying with all the best...but just wasn't my thing...but on july 7 1982 I stopped completely because it was a major factor of one of them pin points on the map of my life and my journey got delayed and rerouted.
sorry I probably got you wondering, even scratching your head and thinking what this has to do with you? well I not here to preach or even try to change your way....all I ask of you is to only think, do you enjoy the road you are on and the ways you have chosen do you love your world and don't want to change a thing...well my eyes got opened and realize things can changes, and let me say....in just a heart beat....

cyber lust

you know by now I got a weird mind and kinda off the wall when it comes to writing,i put lots of jokes on here in hopes I can get my fill of smiles to feed my fetish...and of course I do got them fans that hate my stuff...but sssh don't tell them but its like putting a fire under my ass to try harder,with each hating letter. and some of you know more of my writing then just whats on here, yes that's right I think like a man!...oh yeah...see I told I could get your socks wet!!! been told I should write one to send in and see if I can get it published,so thought maybe I could get some feedback on this one
well the other day I was listening to music just doodling with words when I song came on, and of course sent my mind on an adventure, yes the detoured road one...I know what a couple of you are thinking...oh shit, ric's mind is running wild, but hey you got to admit it does make you smile..
wll it started to wander towards the cyber lust you see online,and how some can fall deep with just a few strokes of the keys,i understand how we caand this came to my mind...its just writing with a touch of truth since we can say we have gotten the giggles over someone we chatted with in messenger,or just in the chatroom...well heres where my mind took the detour...so be ready and prepared...and to my haters...bring it on!!!! ohhhh and there is sexual content in here too
I wonder where it all came from... this sudden and deep connection with her. I don't know her. I have only seen her face in pictures. but really all I have are words. And yet these words have reached somewhere deep inside me and touched a place never realized. The witty banter... the sexual innuendo... the subtle erotica. ... her words, that are so true. Eagerly awaiting each reply that forces me to look further into myself, to see and feel and think about possibilities never imagined. How has she done this to me with mere words? The immediate understanding between us? The words. The very act of writing. The writing is our safe little world, where there are no constraints. Our little secret. To have a collaborator, so intimate. Like whispering in each others ears. We awaken these things in each other. Hers, lost and now found through my words. Mine uncovered, like curtains being drawn back and revealing what was always there but hidden. Sweet and gentle discovery! Sudden and intense rediscovery! We have our secret, safe place. Outside of it, we go through our lives. Never to meet, never to look into each others eyes. It need not be. We have already looked into each others souls, and found kindred spirits... understanding... intimacy. Lovers in words. To meet would shatter the connection, destroy the safe, free, secret, intimate place. Total freedom! No inhibitions. Not just passion and sex. Oh, I have been there. I have known great passions, and great sex. But sensual exploration of sexuality, loss of all thought and inhibition, losing CONTROL. Total surrender. How can one just surrender their thoughts, their senses? I go through the days of my regular life having to be serious, stay serious... stay in control of myself. Coolly dealing with the realities of life. How then do I surrender myself? The very thought of doing this awakens something in me that has lain dormant. I WANT IT! To not be bound by anything, to explore and be explored. To discover and be discovered, mind... body... soul... all senses. Oh, the allure! The attraction of just letting go... getting lost in such sweet surrender! The very thought frightens me, and yet makes my soul ache for it. I can see it, you know. I can write here for you about it, for here in my words... my little world, I am free to do as I choose. Her words, again, and so true, again. How could I not see it... picture it? I can, in my mind, and in these words, surrender myself to it... to her. Only here. No, not a whole narrative, dear reader. You understand, don't you? I see flashes of it, for it is only in imagination. It can never be real. But I can tell you I see her leaning back against me, head thrown back on my shoulder. I can tell you I see the profile of her face, eyes closed, slight smile. The soft curve of her neck that I gently caress with my lips. My hand brushing her nipple and watching it harden. Feel her touch send shivers as she runs her hand along my shaft. Feel her soft lips and tongue around it. I can smell her as I run my tongue down to her warm and wet lips... feel her tighten as I gently curve my finger up and touch and rub that one spot. I see the glisten of sweat on the small of her back in the soft light. Feel her, see her as she is on top, pinning my arms to the bed. Slow rhythm as she holds her face just in front of mine, her lips just above mine, not quite touching. Watching me completely surrender to her, to sensuality, to sexuality... to the moment. I can see her, eyes closed, as I slide into her... hear the little whimper of pleasure. I can see her hair spread out under her as I work her body, explore her as completely as she had me. I watch her face. I know I would, as each thrill passed over. There is something hypnotic about a woman's face as she surrenders to the sex. Have you ever looked... really looked... into a woman's face at a moment when a pleasure overtakes her? It is beautiful. Truly. There is just something about the expressions... it is elegant in its emotion... mouth open and slightly hinting at a smile, eyes shut tight then rolling back. Not the hard, aggressive, powerful look that plays across a mans face. But soft and almost helpless in its intimacy and beauty. I close my eyes and see these flashes of pure sensuality and sexuality. Its Ok to write these things in this secret little space we are sharing at this moment. When I am done, I will return to the real world, and go about normal life. I will even know passion, and sex. But I don't know if I will ever be able to experience the totality of sensuality that has been awakened in me in these writings with her whom I let into my secret, safe world of words. Maybe not in the physical sense. I can, however, visit this newly awakened thing within me when we write to each other again. The witty banter, the innuendo, the subtle erotica. The secret intimacy that is ours. The whispers of sensuality and sexuality. Enjoy the intellectuality and psychology of it. This undeniable and special connection that is shared between two people who are finding fulfillment in being able to fully express and explore through a little secret world the hidden world of complete sexual and mental freedom unencumbered by restrictions of what another person might think. Perhaps I shall progress in this newly learned freedom, and truly write of an encounter as I might see it through the eyes of this freshly awakened and discovered sensuality and sexuality within me. For now, this little confessional will do. It is enough of a surrender for me for now that I have let you into my writings, my musings, and my secret little world that I share with my kindred spirit, with her, where in our anonymity we are free from constraints and insecurities and fears and safe to explore each other.

sounds

was sitting with the front door open,its a beautiful morning. the sun is peaking thru the curtains ,the leaves are in there fall wardrobe of browns, reds, oranges, yellows and greens. got me a good cup of coffee,mmm nothing like homemade...in the distance over the soft rock i was playing, i could hear the waterfall i built splashing out its soothing sound. turning another page of the sport section of the morning paper. the birds singing in the wind as the branches sway...i look at my watch and see it's 1015 am,looked down atmy paper again when it came to me what sound i'm missing... the sound of children playing in the streets. the brakes of a bike as it skids to a stop. or the little girls giggling to something funny...the soundof life,now they replaced with the ringing of the cell phone and the one side convos,as they walk down thestreet,or in the mall. we have become so connected that we forgot the human part. its like when techology took this leap you became allergic to sun...we got hundreds of channels to watch,and the funny thing,still nothing good on tv..as we switch with the remote. we got compters now and phones that do almost everything,and when i wanted to play games, i had to grab the box out of the closet,or go to the arcade,or better yet the teen hang out...remember them? we have became a society where if you work at home,you never got to leave,with the flick of a few keys,or the touch of some numbers you can have anything sent to your front door, and now a days...that does almost means everything. now dont get me wrong i love the new ways its got alot of good benefits to it, the way you can meet people,share with new cultures,and just have a great chat. it gives us all that chance to say hello, and to someone you may just pass on the street. but it does make you think stronger,cause it is true this is some on here think they are supermen...or to be politically correct "superpersons" and you got to admit they fun to mess with and when the room gets involved, a whole new meaning to the word gang bang,,,(hehehe sorry still a man here) it does have its good points. but as i sit here thinking about when was the last time you had a meal,a walk, or even a convo with someone without the distraction of a phone going off, a text message, or even the sound of the facebook alert going off.... when was the last time you saw kids playing ball in the street,or even at the park. we have became a society of a joke from long ago...we are couch potatoes now...and its suppose to be a good thing now too... we lost some of the trust of humanity,things havent changed that much,we just have more ways of hearing about it now.i feel and sorry this my veiw...since the techno world came out we slipped back in to the ways of our past....we can turn something on without seeing bad...very rare is there good on the news. and think how lifelike games have become, with all the reality,and as the sit in front of them for hours,some think life's a game,and theres always restart. we blame fast foods or other junk food companies for abese...and it an industrial thats well regulated...its not them that needs to change it's us as you people...we need to push the sunhine on these kids and make them use the most powerful computer their imagination, make them be a kid again...remeber them days, being footloose and fancy free...techonlogy has taken the joys of youth away...so come on moms dads ,grandparents...lets turn off that off button and push them out the door...lets grab a frisbee or a ball and show them what fun is...and think about it...you might feel young again

pot myths

The US war on drugs places great emphasis on arresting people for smoking marijuana. Since 1990, nearly 5.9 million Americans have been arrested on marijuana charges, a greater number than the entire populations of Alaska, Delaware, the District of Columbia, Montana, North Dakota, South Dakota, Vermont and Wyoming combined. In 2000, state and local law enforcement arrested 734,498 people for marijuana violations. This is an increase of 800 percent since 1980, and is the highest ever recorded by the FBI.
As has been the case throughout the 1990s, the overwhelming majority of those charged with marijuana violations in 2000– 646,042 Americans (88 %) — were for simple possession. The remaining 12% (88,456 Americans) were for “sale/manufacture”, an FBI category which includes marijuana grown for personal use or purely medical purposes. These new FBI statistics indicate that one marijuana smoker is arrested every 45 seconds in America. Taken together, the total number of marijuana arrests for 2000 far exceeded the combined number of arrests for violent crimes, including murder, manslaughter, forcible rape, robbery and aggravated assault.
Like most Americans, people who smoke marijuana also pay taxes, love and support their families, and work hard to make a better life for their children. Suddenly they are arrested, jailed and treated like criminals solely because of their recreational drug of choice. State agencies frequently step in and declare children of marijuana smokers to be “in danger”, and many children are placed into foster homes as a result.
This causes enormous pain, suffering and financial hardship for millions of American families. It also engenders distrust and disrespect for the law and for the criminal justice system overall.
Responsible marijuana smokers present no threat or danger to America or its children, and there is no reason to treat them as criminals, or to take their children away. As a society we need to find ways to discourage personal conduct of all kinds that is abusive or harmful to others. Responsible marijuana smokers are not the problem and it is time to stop arresting them.
Once all the facts are known, it becomes clear that America’s marijuana laws need reform. This issue must be openly debated using only the facts. Groundless claims, meaningless statistics, and exaggerated scare stories that have been peddled by politicians and prohibitionists for the last 60 years must be rejected.

ANNUAL AMERICAN DEATHS CAUSED BY DRUGS
TOBACCO …………………… 400,000
ALCOHOL …………………… 100,000
ALL LEGAL DRUGS ………….20,000
ALL ILLEGAL DRUGS ……….15,000
CAFFEINE …………………….2,000
ASPIRIN ………………………500
MARIJUANA …………………. 0
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Source: United States government, National Institute on Drug Abuse, Bureau of Mortality Statistics
Like any substance, marijuana can be abused. The most common problem attributed to marijuana is frequent overuse, which can induce lethargic behaviour, but does not cause serious health problems. Marijuana can cause short-term memory loss, but only while under the influence. Marijuana does not impair long-term memory. Marijuana does not lead to harder drugs.
Marijuana does not cause brain damage, genetic damage, or damage the immune system. Unlike alcohol, marijuana does not kill brain cells or induce violent behaviour. Continuous long-term smoking of marijuana can cause bronchitis, but the chance of contracting bronchitis from casual marijuana smoking is minuscule. Respiratory health hazards can be totally eliminated by consuming marijuana via non-smoking methods, i.e., ingesting marijuana via baked foods, tincture, or vaporizer.
A 1997 UCLA School of Medicine study (Volume 155 of the American Journal of Respiratory & Critical Care Medicine) conducted on 243 marijuana smokers over an 8-year period reported the following: “Findings from the long-term study of heavy, habitual marijuana smokers argue against the concept that continuing heavy use of marijuana is a significant risk factor for the development of chronic lung disease.”
Neither the continuing nor the intermittent marijuana smokers exhibited any significantly different rates of decline in lung function as compared with those individuals who never smoked marijuana.” The study concluded: “No differences were noted between even quite heavy marijuana smoking and non-smoking of marijuana.”
Marijuana does not cause serious health problems like those caused by tobacco or alcohol (e.g., strong addiction, cancer, heart problems, birth defects, emphysema, liver damage, etc.). Death from a marijuana overdose is impossible. In all of world history, there has never been a single human death attributed to a health problem caused by marijuana. Legalize marijuana and life would be better for most people.

people

i'm on a few of these sites and have came to love the idea of being able to meet different races of people from all over the world, but what I like the most is that even thou e have been raised in a society where we are taught to judge product by its package, even thou it has all the same ingredients, but on here all you see is the color of the print, the only judging is what you bring to the table, you made that decision and we just follow,so if its bad...al you....I will say that most I have met have been good people and that has been a pleasure to have them in my world.
what brought this on, is the other day I was admiring some very beautiful pictures of horses, other animals, rolling hills and snow ...and to know it's right out there door, made me wonder what its like to live a lifestyle like that.
I was raised in a sheltered life of a only child and a military brat with a Japanese stepmom and we moved every 2-21/2 years and it was to some asia country and then back to America been to guam Philippines, japan and alittle time in Thailand...by the time I turned 18 I only lived in the U.S. for 7 years. this is where from bouncing from school to school i learn that kindness is a lot easier to meet people and this where my comical attitude came from, cause it was hard as a kid to meet someone knowing at anytime,we got to back our bags again ,and say goodbye forever so writing journals and comedy became my way.,guam was my final stop before we moved to California at the age of 16,and from then its been the city...so when the other day when I was looking at those beautiful pictures of only a dream or a fantasy for me, but they live it everyday.
so this made me think about what I would miss being in the city, the hustle of the streets, the people,and the advantage of having all the stores cafes and other things right at your doorsteps and came across a question,,,
the ones that live this dream, do they dream of being in the city?, do they feel they missed some of life cause of the small town raising? do they even regret being where they are at?
if any body out there that would like to answer some of these for me,i got this article that I thought about writing on this,on people of different lives and would to see how they feel, and also those from other countries too....promise I wont ask any personal questions or ask for any personal information or even talk dirty to you(well... unless you want me too hehehe jk)....I would just like to pick your mind... ric

nice guy?

whats wrong with being a nice guy?
It was brought to my attention the other day that I was too nice, and always say nice things, and compliments,and this just blows me away...so thought i'd explain some things about me being nice.
its bad that we live in a social society that deals mainly behind a keyboard, words are sometimes never spoken, just typed, no sounds ,no emotions, just letters. even I have noticed that my phone calls have gone down but texts are up. and because we got the world at our fingertips now,we have had to raise guards up to protect ourselves from the bad, and yes there is a lot of bad out there.but I also noticed that we are more leary of certain words, statements, or even a nice comment...
most of us was raised to have morals ,being polite, and of course manners...we was taught to say thank you, please, and too say yes ma'am or sir...we were taught to smile and say good day when passing someone on our way. well I was raised that way,and refuse to change...yep that's right old dog aint learning no new tricks. I live in a world of reality and from where most of you are on here, it's a world away.....so because of this, and of course my typing skills which I have none,ive became quiet,but now I feel I need to explain something about myself.
when I say those positive words,the only thing I hoped for was it brought a smile to your lips,and maybe some laughter, and that's all....I mean come on not every guy in this world is trying to get something.I'm not the type of guy who enjoys long distance relationships...they dont work. plus it leaves me feeling very empty and cynical. I need to feel something for the woman and entertain the vain hope that it may lead to a relationship. I "ve never asked for a picture or to cam, or even an address( not because I don't want too,but out of respect)....so if saying nice words makes me a smooth talker,then so be it...
but sometimes you got to realize" hey maybe they are just being nice? to be nice!!!
so if I offended or made you feel weary in any way with my "NICE WORDS" I apologizes...but my words have no hidden agenda, but what they say....

att

my home phone went dead,so I had to contact ATT. after waiting for forever, finally got some one on the phone, yes a real person! I was surprised too!!! They promised to be out between 8:00 a.m. and 5:00 p.m. When I asked if they could give me a smaller time window, since I have to be at work at 3:30p the pleasant lady says "well I can see what I can do" then she asked, "Would you like us to call you before we come?" I laughed and replied that "hmmm okay...I don't see that happening since the phones weren't working. She tells me then "okay got it written down for them to call you" then she goes that since I had ATT internet that I should report all phone problems on line and gives me the web address for ATT so I waited for her to get done it the little speech, laughing my ass off as she she talks...... when all the sudden she stops and ask me in a nasty way "if she is saying something funny?" ...I stopped and apologized and asked her this "you do work for ATT right? she says yes, and you do understand how the internet part, the way it works too right, her voice went alittle nastier when she goes "yes sir I have it at home myself, and very happy with it!" is there anything else I can help you with today?" so I asked her this "so then can I ask you this "does YOUR email or phone work without a telephone line?" it goes quiet for a moment, and then in a low voice she says "no"...and then after that tells me to "have a good day, and sir don't forget we will call you before we head your way"
really this happened, cant make this stuff up, and the bad thing... the call center is in America...
damn i'm glad life is such a great comedy,...and hats off to the supporting cast hehehehe