I have it on medical authority (Dr Google) that simmering in a stew of unexpressed negativity can cause serious illness. Which is why I’m going all out this week with a bit of spleen venting.
I little more irritating are phone help lines. You’re routed to a call centre and talk to someone called Patricia or Steven. Their real names are probably Pratibha and Sandeep. They are patient and polite. It’s not that they’re Indian, or talking to you from Mumbai that’s the problem. It’s just that they can’t give local service from somewhere so totally foreign to your situation.
When it takes six phone calls to a a call centre just across town to resolve something easy, the Bollywood Call Centre is a bridge too far.