Glimpses Of Brushes With Fame
So today, at my crappy customer service job (which I’ll probably never be able to write about because most readers wouldn’t swallow the sheer amount of crap I deal with as being plausible), I took a phone order for a battery operated children’s mini Porsche. This car is apparently a gift from a certain CEO to the child of a certain REALLY BIG STAR and I was able to help finagle a complex plan to get it there on time. Not because it was for a REALLY BIG STAR’S KID, but because it’s for a kid, and the assistant who was placing the order was actually very polite and not at all demanding or obnoxious or idiotic like 99% of the people I have to talk to.
But hey, I was like three or four degrees away from a REALLY BIG STAR today. And I used the phrase “swallow the sheer amount of crap.” Was your day as cool? I think not.