A Fate Worse than Learning

She must get off on yelling, I conclude.
Her cable died again, and when the Tech
no-showed, she called and castigated, rude
and adamant that she’d not wait three days.
Demanding supervisor time, she booed,
she threatened, but her calls were not returned.
At last she found a kinder voice, that skewed
to care, and she agreed to ink a check
upon the date posed first, with gratitude.

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