You know those guys... the ones that are on the phone, about 500 miles away and they just talk to you like you are the idiot. The ones that feel it's necessary to use foul language to get their point across and call you every name under the book, over the book and in between the pages. Yes, those guys.
It just makes me wonder if they think they are really going to get their way with me by telling me what a effing b I am because they feel that the rules/laws/regulations should not apply to their greedy butts. Do you honestly believe that I am going to listen to them and their asinine shouting and say, you are right, cuss at me some more, momma likes it. Tell me how unfair the rules are and how much you hate me.... That's right because I am listening and I am going to change all that irritates you in this world with a click of the "easy" button. Hold on, let me find that easy button.... click... Ohhhhhhh, yes that's right, that's the sound of the "I just hung the hell up on you"
Do you think you are going to get far in life by treating people so disrespectfully? No you are not. Do you really think that I am going to go out of my way for you from that point that you cross the line and use nasty language with me? No. Now, I want to make this perfectly clear, I'm no angel. In fact, far far from it. I have a mouth like a sailor, but I never call anyone those names while I am arguing with them because it's impolite. My momma raised me better than that. She also raised me better than to live with condescending emotionally abusive jack asses, but that's a separate story... for another time.
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