2003-10-14 - 7:15 p.m.
Slices of Beery LifeCONVERSATION AT THE PORTA-POTTIES
Me: (stepping out of booth after an anxious wait) (tastelessly) Ahh, I feel like a new man.
Female Co-worker: (stepping out of booth after equally anxious wait) Yeah, me too.
Me: Maybe you went into the wrong kind of booth.
rim-shot!
Shed Unwanted Employment and Achieve a Firmer, Toned, Unemployed You
In the grand tradition of the Letters from a Nut book series, Donald Lancow's Wacko Emailer website will treat you to endless titters and giggles as you read his truly peerless customer-relations correspondence. His letter to UPS asking for details on how to ship an alien body is brilliant, but the response he gets from "Ben" at UPS is positively priceless.
Sometimes this Wacko Emailer business is a bit like Bizarro Million-Dollar Keyboard, not the clever sustaining of a clear in-joke but rather the equally amusing failure on the part of Lancow's correspondents to discover the presence of any joke at all. And sometimes it's clear his correspondents are aware of the joke after all but hamstrung by that most irksome component of the customer-service experience: the awareness that indulging the impulse to point out the unsounded depths of human stupidity is probably a great way to get rid of your pesky job.
It's Like Having a Hundred Razors Explode On Your Face
Might as well update my List of Things I Might Just as Well Live Numerous Lifetimes Without:
2. The unsounded depths of human stupidity.
Ahh, that feels better.
