I wasn’t expecting trouble when I called a certain national company. I was sure the friendly, helpful folks at the branch nearest me could handle my issue — until one of them put me on hold. Two hours later — or maybe it was 10 minutes — a recorded voice said, “May I have your zip code please?”
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