-- May I have your name please?
-- Pin Number?
-- I am telling you the truth, I cannot proceed without a password.
-- You are only speaking the truth in accordance to the limited resources afforded to you, mkay?
(please tell me you are recording this)
I proceed to reach through the phone and nail the assistants tounge to the fucking recessed moulding on the wall.
I never gave a password to this account to prevent me from doing what is necessary when my provider tries to bend me over, okay
I'm so pissed off that I apologize in advance and guzzle a bottle inderol with anticipatory bliss at the thought of all that can be accomplished with a partially short-circuited sympathetic nervous system and some catchy 80's music.
I keep the attendant hostage on the phone - demanding that I see my password reset email before letting it go...
The lack of adrenaline bores me and I end up releasing the hostage...
I write this because I cannot tolerate checking my e-mail again, ever