Here's the Door, Stinky

On April 20, 2005, 8:54pm, I called Verizon to cancel cell phone service, having acquired new service from Cingular.

Of course, there is no way the drone who took the call could understand the impact of that moment, for Verizon does not officially know me as The Supreme Aglet, but rather by my alias of[Microsoft ODBC - call failed. Please contact the system administrator. @101#]erefore does not realize who it is they have squandered away as a customer.

Because the cellular contract under which Mrs. Supreme Aglet was obligated has not yet expired, I will be receiving a bill for a rape fee in the mail from Verizon for about $175. I have been able to demonstrate to the customer tormenting manager that Verizon calls regularly drop if attempted or received from the area in which I live, which obligates Verizon to waive the fee. Being properly trained, their response to this demonstration is that my service works fine. You know, because they say so.

Cingular kindly covered most of the rape fee, and my readers should know that Cingular is willing to do this if you too feel shackled by the destructive antics of the Titan.

That's one service down, two to go. Replacing DSL and phone service will prove to be more challenging, but being motivated by rage tends to make one pretty creative, and the world of the Supreme Aglet is once again perfect balance.