I've tried honey. I've tried vinegar. I'm about to resort to arsenic. For me. Not for the flies (maggots) who are poor excuses for customer service representatives. I won't go into details. Suffice it to say that, once again, I've been thwarted in my never-ending attempt to navigate "the system." Even if I succumbed to my murderous impulses, said invertebrates are safer than any snitch in the witness protection program. Not that they're particularly safe, come to think of it. Given the debacle in Benghazi. But I won't even get started on that.
One of these days, I'm going to read Don Quixote. I have a feeling I'll be able to identify. Because no one could be more Quixotic than I am. Just call me Alonso.
Why in the hell do I keep trying? I wish I knew the answer.
I know better than trying to figure it out. It's nonsensical. Illogical. Stupid. Talk about tilting at windmills...
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