Fuck you, Amy.

Let me let you in on a secret, Amy. You are not my friend. In fact, I don’t want to know you. Ever. Yet you keep stalking me—calls every day or two. Friendly calls. You just want to be nice to me, right? To give me things? And you’re such a lovely person, really, you must be, you have such a friendly voice.

Fuck you.

I don’t want the free cruise to the Bahamas I’ll get if I just “press 1 now.” Just like I didn’t want what you offered me when you said you were working for Telus. Or WestJet. Can’t keep a steady job, I see.

At least the guys telling me my Windows computer (the one I don’t own) is being hacked (and I please need to give them control of it so they can fix the problem) provide me with the opportunity to ask them how their mothers feel about them being a scum-sucking scamming crook, and lay incidental curses on their manhood. But no, you don’t have the courtesy to actually be anything but a recording.

But I can assure you, I will never press 1. Or 9, to be removed from your contact list, for that matter.

Fuck you, Amy.

(There, I feel better now.)

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4 thoughts on “Fuck you, Amy.

  1. Fabulous post! I had a call at 4:15 am from Microsoft telling me I had a virus in my non existent PC…. I hate them. Though maybe not as much as you! :)

    1. Grrr. I really did curse one out once. I mean an “I curse you—you will die alone and penniless, and all your family will hate you” kind of curse. He was the one who kept arguing that I had a Windows computer.

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