Dear Comcast,
Wouldn’t your company save a lot of money by not sending a guy over to my house three times in two weeks? Plus, then you have to give me all these credits on my account and you have to compensate your customer service phone operators for the shrinks they have to go to for the post traumatic stress disorder they develop after I’m through with them…
Let’s just keep it simple. You make my Internet work. It’s not hard. Just make that juice flow, and I will stop building the atomic bomb that’s juuust big enough to take out your corporate headquarters.
A thought,
Blaire
