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Last year I moved two miles. It took ten hours on the phone with billing and tech support to move my Internet service. It would have been easier to run two miles of Cat 5 cable from the old place. With that in mind, I present "Customer Service":
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Every night at five, I shut down the phone company's customer service switchboard and smile as the entire on-hold queue blinks out.
Fuck'em. They can call back tomorrow.
A loud scrape, the Jeopardy theme song, and the noose yanked me out of my chair. I clawed at the knot, cinching it tighter.
Her soft voice barely penetrated the pounding in my ears.
"We value your time. As the hold time on this line could be longer than fifteen minutes, you may want to use our self-service option. Goodbye."
She pressed the gun into my hand and closed the door.
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