Surfin' on a Rocket.

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Horror!

Here's your dose of stupidity/amusement for the day.

Me: Thank you for calling Harrah's Tunica, my name is Charity, how can I help you?

Caller: (in Southern retard accent) Yes, ah need to speak with someone responsible for sending out coupons.

Me: Well, I can tell you that offers and coupons are sent out based on amount of gameplay. I'd be happy to check your Rewards Card to see if you've been sent anything.

Caller: Okay, here's my number.

Me: I see you have a gold card. I'm checking your offers, and the only thing I see is an invitation for a slot tournament.

Caller: I need to know how I get those sent out, because my husband and I spend a lot of money there, and it's not right that we're not getting coupons.

(NOTE: This woman has what we call an "average daily theoretical worth" of a monsterous $7.50. Which means, basically, that she's not worth shit.)

Me: Well, all I can tell you is that offers and coupons are sent based on how much you spend and play.

Caller: So, you're saying I should can it.

Me: Excuse me?

Caller: You're saying I should can it!

Me: .... All I can tell you ma'am, is that offers are sent based on your amount of GAMEPLAY.

Caller: So you're saying that I should can it, my husband should can it, and all my family should can it because I think you're full of shit.

*Click*

Me: BWAHAHAA!!

Boy, I'll bet Harrah's is going to have a tough time getting by without her roll of dimes.

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Okay, here's a preface to this one - we have a casino out near San Diego, which had to shut down recently because of the fires in the area.

Me: Thank you for calling Harrah's Rincon, my name is Charity, how can I help you?

Lady: Yes, hello, I was wondering if the casino will be opened tomorrow?

Me: No, actually, they're not expecting to be back open until this Friday. You can call us back Thursday evening for a time they'll be open on Friday.

Lady: Oh, good. You know what I think it is?

Me: ....

Lady: It's terrorists! Don't you think?

Me: I, uh ...

Lady: They're trying to stifle our economy, and they're out setting those fires. They're everywhere, and they're trying to bring us down.

Me: Well, you're probably right.

Lady: Yeah. Well anyway, I sure hope you'll be open soon, I sure do miss your casino!

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This, my friends, is what I have to deal with on a daily basis. I should note on that last "terrorist" call, my friend Ben was behind me making shooting and screaming women noises and other general noises of suffering.

1:14 p.m. - 2003-10-29

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