Just finished washing my hands to the tune "Happy Birthday". ( My granddaughter advises, "period goes within the quotes." ) Where do ya go?
I tried to contact Social Security this morning because now that I'm very nearly "older 'n dirt", I had a few questions for the bureaucrat-of-the-moment who might answer my call.
First off, the extremely annoying automated phone system really got the old Metamucil a-churnin'. So after washing my hands to the tune "Happy Birthday", I tried again and finally got through to a semi-literate CSR who had no clue as to my inquiry.
Bottom line: After almost an hour of fiddling around with these folks , all I has to show for it was a pair of bacteria free meat hooks ! Where do ya go?