I have nothing to say
and I am saying it and that is
poetry as I need it .



John Cage, Lecture on Nothing



Remember those two plane tickets which disappeared from my bank statement yesterday?
well, they reappeared. turns out I don't know the system all that well. The lady I talked to on the BofA customer service hotline was very nice and explained that, for whatever reason, when you buy something from an Airline, Hotel, or Rental Car company, the initial charge posts, then disappears, then posts again when the company from which you purchased processes the receipt. News to me.

So now i've started the task of fighting US Airways for my money back.  I've filed a complaint with their regular ho-hum phone people, and, unsatisfied, demanded the number of their corporate office. I've called twice and left two messages.  I'm not ready to let this go just yet; i'm probably not going to get my money back, but yelling at corporate america is one of my favorite methods of catharsis, especially during the holidays.

Today i'm going to build things, if Oscar doesn't mind. He seems to like the tape measure.


1 comments:

Unknown said...

His name is bruce

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