Beautiful Old Broads have patience

Hello Dear Ones,

Last week, I promised a poem and here it is.  This poem came about after spending a week straightening out a matter with an insurance company, an internet provider and a bank.  I’m positive it will resonate with all you.   

HANGING On The Line

She said

Due to the large volume of calls, there is a wait for the next available agent.

I said

Due to your company’s lack of hiring enough personnel, the phone lines are clogged

She said

Thank you for your patience

I said

What patience?  I’m not patient.  I’m irritated and angry and fussed

I’ve been on this line for ages punching one and punching two and now…now I’d like to punch you.

She said

Thank you for your patience.  And then scratchy recorded music bombarded my ear.

I said

I’ve been holding so long, my arm is numb and I fear for my circulation.  I hammered on O and pounded on keys but its no use.

She said

Due to the large volume of calls we are presently experiencing, there is a considerable wait.  Thank you for your patience.

I said

I’m about at the end of my rope.  I may hang…up.  Wait. I hear something…a live person speaking to me.  Really!

She said

My name is Lorilei.  How may I assist you?

I said

It’s been so long.  I can’t remember why I called.  Please wait while I look for my notes.

Thank you for your patience.