By This Time I Don’t Even Know What We Are Arguing About
It started with a statement from a MAJOR CARRIER, let’s call it FredFlex, asking why my company’s location hadn’t paid our bill for $100.
I haz a confused. I never see these bills. They are paid by the guy in shipping on his company credit card.
I sent an e-mail to the guy who arranged the shipping.
He haz a confused.
He said the sender was paying.
The sender said the receiver was paying.
This was all e-mail and by this time I was caught in the ‘reply all’ loop, so I popped some corn to watch the tennis match.
But sender should pay…
Well, I’m not paying….
Neither am I…….
It dawned on me that I’m technically the receiver, so I might need to pay attention.
Only by this time I wasn’t sure who was supposed to do what, so I kept munching on the popcorn.
We’re on hour six of the battle, and for a while it looked like sender had the lead.
Now I’m not so sure.
And, I don’t even remember the original argument any more.
Such is the excitement that is my life. And the stupidity I bear witness to once in a while.
Damn, I’m out of popcorn.