I Could Have Went Elsewhere #FoundPoem

It’s a world of heartache and sorrow and, above all, a world of poor customer service, as Dan Antion observed yesterday.

Well, in Corydon, when all else fails, you can call Live Wire.

I’ve Got A Complaint
by Anonymous Caller

10I got to the store
in time to pick up
a lottery ticket.
I stood there
for several minutes
before 10.
Five people looked around,
saw me,
did not say a word.
after 10,
here comes somebody
that could go and do
the register for tickets,
and I’m informed
they can’t sell them
because it’s

I accept that.

if one of the personnel
would have told me
no one was there
to check them out,
I could
have went


GOD, life just makes you want to weep, doesn’t it?

I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies about a delish fish dish.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What would your main character have done in this situation, or in the situation Dan Antion detailed in his post?




I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “I Could Have Went Elsewhere #FoundPoem

  1. Dan

    January 12, 2016 at 7:49am

    Thanks for the mention. This reminds me of the commercial with the guy at the bank. The teller motions for him to wait a minute, then at 4:00, slides his window closed. It also makes me think about the places that say they are open until a certain time, but start cleaning up way before that and won’t serve you because they’ve already cleaned the thing you want them to use.

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      Marian Allen

      January 12, 2016 at 8:53am

      Or some old sitcom that ran about five episodes that was set in a government office. The receptionist answers the phone and her side of the conversation goes, “It’s not my job to answer that question. … It’s not my job to tell you who can answer that question. … It’s not my job to connect you with somebody else. … IT’S MY JOB TO ANSWER THE PHONE!”

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  2. Jane

    January 12, 2016 at 9:47am


    How do I behave? I just go nutsy ballistic. Well, depending. Some things are only worth taking a deep breath and soldiering on. Others? I really cannot stand stupid. It makes me rude.

    OK. I’m over it.

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      Marian Allen

      January 12, 2016 at 10:21am

      heh. I have more patience with stupid than I do with pettiness and discourtesy. There’s no cure for stupid, but a haughty look and a chilly, “ExCUSE me?” is often like penicillin for bad service. Not for wait staff, though. Always let wait staff get away with anything. They carry your food. Yeah, I’ve seen FIGHT CLUB.

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  3. Holly

    January 12, 2016 at 12:26pm

    And invested the $5 in grammar lessons.

    *snark* But second chances abound. That guy’s gonna win it tomorrow.

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      Marian Allen

      January 12, 2016 at 4:04pm

      And then he’ll be all, “I could have won it the other day, if they’d a give me a chance to buy a ticket.”

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  4. Alana

    January 12, 2016 at 4:47pm

    How universal the condition of bad customer service is. Ask anyone living on our planet, and most will have a horror story that will curl hair and make warts vanish. Your particular story is so universal. If this had happened in my native New York City, it would not have had a peaceful ending.

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      Marian Allen

      January 12, 2016 at 6:08pm

      Please understand that this story is not MINE, I just found it in the paper. 😀

      Yeah, I can’t imagine a clerk in NYC getting by with that nonsense.

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