The guy from the call center in India who I finally got to talk to was OK, but the automated phone crap I had to go through before reaching him was dreamed up by Rube Goldberg's crazy descendant, I'm sure.
Ah, the new AT&T. I thought we drove a stake through that company's heart ages ago. Now it's back. Zombie Ma Bell. Oh, damnation!
Of course I wouldn't have worried about it so much had I known I've never been real.
Off to watch a movie on television (for the last time, I guess.)