A plot. To drive me crazy.

I like dealing directly. With real live human beings. One on one. But too often I'm shunted aside. Asked via a recording. To punch in numbers. And I'm channeled. From one robot to another and another. With no opportunity to talk to a real person. It's very frustrating. Because the robots too often aren't programmed to answer my legitimate inquiries/questions.  Occasionally, I'm given the option. To hang on. For an opportunity to speak to a living, breathing hombre. And I rejoice. But most times, that doesn't happen. I'm left in limbo. To cavort with inhumane robots. Programmed to annoy me. Maybe it's a plot. To drive me crazy. --Jim Broede