Hissy Marathon

For seven months I heard the tale unfold.
It started when her laundry system died.
She purchased new equipment and then told
me afterward she wasn’t satisfied.
She couldn’t start or stop each new machine.
She called installers back – they showed her how.
But operator error was her scene;
she phoned the store – the salesman failed to bow.

She threw some fits. Indignant, discontent,
insisting on return and refund, fast,
she nursed her stress and anger till she bent,
bought new and learned to use them. But she cast
the first away, demanding recompense.
That failed. At last she’s calmed. But without sense.

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