On the phone with my bank. Apparently they hired grandma Moses as an operator. I’m all for hiring the elderly, but she seems to have the same computer skills as my 75 year old mother. Which means none. Every time I ask a question, she pauses for several minutes while she attempts to find the correct computer screen for the response. Question. Dead air. Question. Dead air. A two minute call that has gone on for twenty at this point. Which is why, should I make it to 70, I ask you all to kill me.
