I remember reading somewhere on the 'Net about someone who was having problems with one of his utilities, electric, or telephone, or ISP or something, and he posted something about it on the Web, oh look, here it is (requires registration). And here is the follow up story where the author receives some beer (note: original story further down the page).
I'm trying the same technique this morning but I don't want beer just a newspaper I can read, well some beer would be ok too.
For, not the first time, the local newspaper delivery didn't watch the weather last night and single bagged the Sunday morning newspaper. You see living in this Tropical climate it rains a lot. It may not rain all day but like this morning it rained for a few hours and dumped 3-5" of rain in some parts of the Tampabay area. Generally the morning paper get's double bagged on days when it rains so the paper doesn't get soaked sitting at the end of the driveway. But for some reason, and it seems to be mainly on Sundays, they forget, don't, or can't double bag the paper. Of course after several inches of rain is dumped on it the paper get's completely and I mean completely soaked. All the way through to the ads. You can see in the photo that this Sunday's paper was wrapped in a delightful ad for some analgesic medicines. Those may com in handy ina little bit. I'm going to assume that the Sunday paper being the big advertising opportunity is wrapped in these special advertising bags. I'm going to guess that "they", whoever "they" are, don't want to cover up the pretty advertising with a double bag, and so instead they end up with a soaked newspaper.
This probably seems like a bunch of whining over a little spilt cloud spit. And it is, or would be, if all I had to do was call the paper and request another paper be delivered. So I tried that. I called the number for the home delivery service and it was busy. So I called again, 12 times and it was continuously busy. Either there are many whining Sunday morners out there or they got tired of the phone ringing and took it off the hook. So I try a different number and get into an automated system. My hopes are buoyed as I get into way cool menu system where I can request a re-delivery (tried to call back to see exactly what term they used, but now the system no longer works and is stuck in a loop taking you back to the main menu from any menu selection) , they have options for a missing paper, a paper missing a section, torn or damaged papers, and of course wet papers. I pick the wet paper item. Next I'm prompted for my phone number, woo hoo! they are going to look up my address and send out a replacement I think to myself, and no nasty humans involved. Not so fast, I enter my phone number and get some sort of transaction cannot be completed error, please stay on the line for the next available representative. So I start working on my rant and rave about the crappy service I got the last time this happened. You see the last time I had to do the I did the menu, waited for the representative and after 15 minutes of aggravation my satisfaction was knowing that they were sorry but they were all out of replacement papers, sorry. Well I wasn't going to stand for that answer this time. I was going to demand that they go to the local convenience store and buy me a dry copy and bring it to my house! Yes that's what I'm going to tell them if I ever get off this musical hold, were sorry for the wait loop. So I wait, and wait, and wait....
Of course the system works exactly as designed, I get to tired of waiting and hang up. Subsequent tries yield the infuriating main menu loop and here I am railing against the Newspaper and their delivery service here on my weblog. Now doesn't that feel better? Not really I never got the satisfaction of complaining to some poor guy whose job it is to answer the phone and tell people the bad news that they just ain't getting a newspaper delivered today. Instead I get to complain to you, all 8 of me regular readers :)
You know the one with all the big ad's from the newspapers big advertisers. That means that when it rained early this morning the big Sunday newspaper with all those ad's got completely soaked. It's a pain because you have to call the newspaper and try to have another paper delivered. Remember those analgesic ads on today's Sunday paper noneffective plastic wrapper? Time to take a few and think about what to do instead of reading the paper, and all those fun Sunday ads. Maybe I'll write something on my weblog.
11:32:07 AM 
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