Bring Bring, Bring Bring
No, actually, it’s more like
BRRRRRRRRR
BRRRRRRRRR
BRRRRRRRRR
Please hold, and a consultant will be with you.
shortly.
Fuck.
Not Again.
“Australian’s all let us rejoice…”
Who the hell picked this hold music?
Bring Brin…. I mean
BRRRRRRRRR
BRRRRRRRRR
Thank god.
Your call is important to us. Please Hold.
Fuck.
Not Again.
Like I said before…
“With golden soil and wealth for toil…”
No I was not singing
I was not even humming
Or whistling
Or dancing conga with a roomful of gay men.
Bring Brin… sorry
BRRRRRRRRRR
BRRRRRRRRRR
You have been moved up the cue. Please hold.
Do I have a choice?
Where did I put my maracas?
More to the point, when did I buy maracas?
When someone finally answers this phone…
I’ll…I’ll…
I’ll hit them with my imaginary maracas.
GUY ON OTHER END OF PHONE: I beg your pardon mam?
ME: Oh, shit, um HI! I was wondering if you could help me?
Author notes
Lol, I don't really know what to call this but I thought it was funny so I thought I'd post it.
Please tell me what you think
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Amusing!
This is well put together although I am not sur there is much of a story here yet, perhaps this could be encompassed in to a tale in the future.
I enjoyed it though.
All the best.
jsdk
beginning: 2, language: 2, plot: 2, ending: 4.
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Well...this isn't really a story, but it's pretty funny anyway. More of an extended complaint. I think we can all relate to it (except maybe the Australian music). I'm going to go buy some maracas now...
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Ok... interesting... No point really, buts its humorous! I like it, good job!
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Lol, heh. That's hilarious, but how many people actually think out loud like that?
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