When I die one of these days, it won't be from poor diet of lack of exercise, or smoking or anything else. It will be caused by a telephone call to Comcast, Citi Bank, Truist Bank or some other phone call to some other incompetent customer service. All such corporations today have an automatic answering service determined to make you jump through as many hoops as possible, push endless buttons, and do everything possible to make sure you don't make contact with a human being who might solve your problem. Each such phone contact increases your blood pressure, makes you understand serial killers, and wonder how the world got so fucked up and complicated.
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