After months of patiently waiting, I finally got a call from an asshole named Cletus. I didn’t believe it at first. I had to double check to confirm.
Winston: “May I have your name please sir?”
Customer: “Ma name’s Cletus.”
Is this motherfucker serious?
Winston: “Did you say Cletus?”
That’s all. Nothing else of much interest happened during my unfortunate interaction with Cletus. Due to my general hate of Rednecks, I assumed he was a dumb Southern piece of shit. I was absolutely correct. He could barely figure out how to turn on a computer. He lived in a trailer. He was from Alabama. Stereotypes confirmed. Thanks Cletus.