Customer Service is dead

Philippa went to play bingo tonight so I decided to hammer the drums for a while!
It surprised me how much I remembered and how smoothly I was playing on a still unfamiliar kit, but I only lasted 15 minutes and then my headache was back. So I came back into the house and lay down for a while.  I looked for painkillers but we don’t seem to have any, and I couldn’t be bothered to drive somewhere to get some, so I called Philippa’s mobile to ask her to stop on the way home. She didn’t answer so I left a message.  The headache kept getting worse so I called the Bingo Hall to find out what time I could expect her home.  The grumpy guy on the phone said “The late session will finish no later than 10”
I said “Don’t you mean it will finish no later than…. ‘one-oh, the number ten’?”
There was silence, followed by a sigh, then he said “Anything else, sir?”
I am so unappreciated. Despite my pain I had made a funny, original joke and he cast me aside like an inconvenience.
I might call again tomorrow and complain about him.

RC 26-2-15