We'll miss you, Jerry.
posted by Kate at 10:54 AM link/comments
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
If you work for a automobile finance company like the one through which Marc financed his car, and if that finance company is little more than a bunch of glorified loan sharks, except far less cunning, here's some advice. Read carefully, you fetid gutter whore:
If your customer's wife calls with a question, as she's done numerous times in the past because your company is seemingly incapable of processing payments without causing the world's most massive clusterfuck, never ever EVER say to the wife, "No, I need to talk to Marc and not you. Because of our privacy policy, I'm not allowed to discuss this with you, wifey."
Wifey.
If you are THE employee of the automobile finance company who said that to me this morning, I hope with all my heart that you enjoyed the ass-chewing you received after I called back and enjoyed a cordial yet exceedingly firm conversation with your direct supervisor.
Moral: Unless she is your wife, never fucking call a woman "wifey."
posted by Kate at 3:47 PM link/comments
Thursday, December 09, 2004
So, it seems the wife talked me into getting a dog.....
posted by Marc at 8:23 PM link/comments
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Today's post: Fun with Hasty Copywriting!
Protect yourself from deer by wearing your seat belt
The headline makes deer sound like threats on the order of criminals and airborne disease. Protect yourself from roving gang members! Protect yourself from the flu! PROTECT YOURSELF FROM DEER!
Forgive me. I'm drunk on cardboard boxes and my homeowners' declarations page.
posted by Kate at 9:36 AM link/comments