Satellite Plight

Me: “Thank you for calling [Company]. My name is [My Name]. How can I assist you today?”

Customer: “I need you to realign my satellite.”

Me: “Well, sir, I can have a tech—”

Customer: “Are you f****** deaf?! I said I want you to realign my satellite!”

Me: “In order to do that, sir, I would need to get a tech out there, as your satellite dish is screwed onto your roof.”

Customer: “Don’t insult my f****** intelligence. I know you have a button over there to f****** realign it.”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t have that.”

Customer: “You guys cut off my satellite because my landlords are getting divorced! You f****** purposely messed it up because of there stupid f****** divorce; I know it! That’s why it says searching for satellite on my screen!”

Me: “Sir, please stop yelling at me. I—” *customer hangs up*