The Humor Mill April 2017 | Page 43

Same thing with bill collectors. If you’re on the phone sweating people for money – you’re getting ready to be obsolete. A computer doesn’t care about getting cursed out and hung up on. I can’t tell you how many telemarketers I’ve sent to therapy by questioning their career choice and asking is this what they envisioned in school at the graduation – I want to call people for a living and have them talk about my mama. In the future if you don’t have the money there’s no lying and stalling with a weak minded human. If you don’t pay immediately they’ll taze you over the phone. A lot of people will get tazed. They’ll be hitting you up on blocked numbers and tazing your butt. Customer service – won’t need ya. It’s all a sham anyway. To get anything done you need a supervisor and the system has already put you in the mindset for that not to be too easy. They started by having customer service manned with people you can’t understand. And the thing is they can’t understand you either. So by the time you phonetically get a handle on part of the problem you’re so happy you just learned an apportion of a foreign language you realize it’s going to take another 40 minutes to get this tongue warbler to understand ‘supervisor’ you just call back hoping to get somebody else. You get his sister. So if you can see a robot replacing you it’s time for some training in another field. Believe it or not one day they won’t need comedians. It will be robots making other robots hum or buzz. But by then I’ll be so old they’ll have me in a glass case in a preservationist compound. I’ll be in the relic section holding a microphone and robot kids will ask me what is that and I’ll tell them in my human voice and then they’ll taze me. Ouch. 43