Join in on the fun here. Happy trails.
Dehumanizing
“Press one to access your account…”
I pressed “1” dutifully on the telephone keypad. I bounced my knee in rhythm, watching the walkers pass by my window. My fingernails were chewed stubs.
“Please enter the last four numbers of your Social Security number…”
Poke, poke. I pressed the buttons, referencing a notepad. Silence while the computers talked to each other.
“We’re sorry, but we can’t access your records right now. Goodbye.”
I threw the phone down, cursing.
“What am I–a series of numbered buttons?!”
Ouch, that is too real, too true.
Ouch, indeed.
Sometimes, yes…. 🙂
🙂
Many a phone has been thrown at this point! Your title says it all. Nice flash, Peregrine!
Thanks, Charli! 🙂