When delivering the suck

don’t land in a comic vacuum

Alo dear reader!

It seems that I’m on a bit of a roll with complaints going into corporate.

Apparently, people would rather drones deliver their goods rather than a troll with a great sense of humour.

Did I say great?

Let me rephrase that…

I motherfucking OUTSTANDING sense of humour.

Not that I’m all that funny but I’m standing outside, in the snow and cloud delivering your garbage and any humour at all is thereby outstanding!

You see, I was delivering a vacuum cleaner.

My line to the lady who was receiving it?

This delivery sucks.

Simple. Direct. Perfect.

But this lady didn’t seem to think so.

Excuse me?

I insisted.

This delivery sucks. If it didn’t I’m sure you’d take it back. In fact I’m likely here today because what used to suck no longer sucks and that, to be honest, really must suck.

Still, this lady didn’t smile.

Pardon me?

Ok. For some, I need to slow down a bit. I don’t think this was the case for her. Instead? It was time to tell her to go fuck herself without telling her to go fuck herself.