When your car breaks down, you handle it. You call the tow truck. You call the mechanic. You figure out how to get a rental. Look at you, all competent and shit.
When you burglary alarm acts up, you expect me to know it. You expect me to have dispatched a truckload of skilled technicians to your house. You don't expect to lift a finger, or pick up a phone. Well, fuck you! Fuck you all!
Thanks, I feel better now.
In a related rage (ie. dealing with brain dead consumers):
When a package doesn't shows up, but tracking shows that it was delivered, how about you
not call the merchant?
Here's a weird thought:
Call the fucking shipper to trace it! Why should we have to eat the fucking cost because you live in a shithole surrounded by thieving neighbors? No no, it's way more easy to contact and yell at me, isn't it? Well, fuck you! Fuck you all!
Thanks, I feel better now as well.