22 September 2003
All I do is complain
Or so I've been told, anyway.
If you wonder what my complaints in Real Life are like, you're invited to read a letter I am just now mailing to a bank whose credit card I have decided to cancel. The crux of this particular biscuit:
Not to knock your service, which has been just this side of exemplary. However, to justify this kind of expense, "exemplary" isn't enough; for this kind of money, I'd expect this card to press my trousers and wash my dishes.
Okay, maybe I do complain a lot.
Posted at 7:36 PM to Common Cents
Anger leads to complaints.
Complaints lead frustration.
Frustration leads to loathing.
These are the tools of the Dark Side.
And I have a complete set, standard and metric. :)
How about some cheese with all this whine? ;-)
You write as though someone literate will not only read your letter, but comprehend it as well.
Three strikes against you in one sweeping sentence.
Have you ever known me to dumb down an exposition?
Wait a minute, don't answer that. :)
Oh, and there's a call from the parent company of the card issuer sitting on my caller-ID box. I wasn't home when they dialed in, so they got a whole lot of nothing for their trouble.