So ...the vp of my company comes to me today and hands me a bill from a phone company, thats just "slammed us! You know, they call. talk to someone, and then pretend that we've green lighted a meaningless charge, Bastards !!

So .... I get the bill. I call the customer service number. The recording says to leave a number; they'll call back in 2 days, right.

Stupidly though, they left a FAX NUMBER !! It's just like they'd dropped their pants and exposed their flaccid genitals for my personal abuse! Time for a humiliating kick to the corporate crotch!

I prepare a document on my computer.  It has my name and phone number in large letters. Beneath that, I insert a large tone-sucking graphic. I then copy the page and re-insert it into the document. SIXTY TIMES!

Next I print this document ..... to my faxmodem. From there, the 60 pages are directed towards their unsuspecting fax machine. I hit the resubmit button five or six times for good measure, thus queuing ABOUT 300 PAGES. I wait.

About 20 minutes later, an anxious voice on my telephone asks for my account number. From the pain reflected in his tone, I know that my well placed kick to his firms groin has met the exposed meat. Pain and embarrassment is being felt and passed around. He quickly tells me that my account has been cleared and cancelled, and we don't have to pay the bill. I smrik as I hear him squirm, his humiliation complete.

Fax machines are the testicles of just about ANY company. If a company gives you grief, ATTACK THE FAX !! No matter how big they are, they'll drop to the ground, curl up in a fetal position, and beg for mercy!

It always works.

Happy Trails,
RedRyder