I called Sprint today to make a payment and this is how the conversation went.
Me: Hi, I'd like to make a payment please.
Dip Shit: Sure, can I please verify your address?
Me: Of course, it's P.O. Box *******.
Dip Shit: Ok, is that your physical address?
Me: Are you serious?
Dip Shit: What do you mean?
Me: You can't seriously think that I physically LIVE in a post office box?
Dip Shit: OHHHHH, so that's what a P.O. box is. It's one of those little boxes that people use a key to get their mail from, right?
Me: Um, yup. That'd be what it is.
Dip Shit: I never knew that until now.
WOOOOOOOOOOW!! That shit is unbelievable. Needless to say I was slightly irritated. This is what I look like irritated. (the pic was taken at Ethan's football game)
I hope everyone is having a fantastic day. Especially knowing that tomorrow is FRIDAY!!!
Deep Throat of the Day: How do people like her get through life?