He struggled to decide which aspect of his life was the most irritating at the moment. Everytime he thought things couldn't get worse, something happened that proved him wrong.
"What do you mean my card has been cancelled?" he said, trying to keep the annoyance and panic out of his voice.
"We cancelled your card, Sir," the woman pronounced the word "Sir" like it was "shitbag", he thought. "Because we detected unusual activity."
"But I've already told you, madam," (he hoped he was pronouncing "madam" like "fuckface") "I've already told you, madam, that it was not unusual activity. I just needed to book a train to go up North to attend my fathers funeral. Is that so difficult to understand."
"I'm sorry for your loss," the woman said, who by the tone of her voice really couldn't give a shit. "But I have already warned you that I find your attitude rude and I will have to end the phone call."
"But what am I supposed to do without a bank card?" But he was talking to himself. The call had ended. A recorded message informed him he was being reported to the "Bad Customer Department" and risked losing his bank account.
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