on the phone, a disgruntled
man.
the husband
making the call,
sight unseen while
doing the job.
but being the man,
being
who he is, he wants
to lodge a complaint.
flex his muscles.
you put a gouge in my wall.
(an impossibility, since
i was never near that wall)
there is paste
on the floor,
my wife had to take a sponge
and clean it.
it took her nearly
ten seconds of her precious day.
we see a bubble in the paper.
(it takes three days to dry, i tell him)
but still,
we're appalled at your work
and lack
of professionalism.
we're you in a hurry.
giving us the bums rush?
i tell him, no. but i'm sorry
about the dollop of paste.
i'll stop by. i'll be there
in ten minutes
to alleviate
your issues. fix the problem.
i'll even give you your money
back if that pleases you.
i'll even give you extra money if you
promise to never call me again.
no, no.
we just wanted to complain
and let you know how
unhappy we are.
we may have more work
done in the future though,
so we'll be giving you a call.
have a nice day. good bye.
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