Yesterday I was reeling from a customer service call. You know the ones. Some joker received absolutely no training in the realm of “service” and yet there she is, talking over you on the phone and contradicting herself and her company non-stop. It isn’t that simple though, is it? Because a lack of job training has nothing to do with a lack of life training. And by that I mean manners, y’all. Of course, the bimbette on the line with me couldn’t possibly understand what that might mean, as she was clearly unacquainted with anything resembling manners.
But that’s not my point. My point is – I was decompressing from that miserable phone call and looking through some online recipes. I came across “Nashville-Style Hot Chicken” and a little smile crossed my face. I read through the deets, as I plan to utilize the Hot part for something entirely different from chicken (if it works, I’ll let you know). Then my eyes floated down to the comments section. I began reading the first one that popped up and I chuckled. Looking to see who’d posted that comment, I suddenly remembered: I had!
Sometimes I crack me up.