My ma, whose passion for customer service twice exceeds mine, came home today with a funny story...
Ma: "So I called the Italian Consulate to get your sister that work visa today."
Me: "Okay."
What? I was eating. Give me a break.
Ma: "It cost me $3 a minute."
Me: (bar-b-que chicken falls out of mouth) ... (long pause) ... (puzzled look)
Ma: "I called the Italian Consulate today. It's an 800 number. In order to get a student visa in Italy, you have to call the Consulate to make an appointment. When you call, they ask for your credit card number, because it costs $3 a minute to be on the phone with them."
Me: "Wait, so it costs $3 a minute to make an appointment?"
Ma: "Yes. The funny part was, I got charged for a minute while they waited for my credit card to be approved."
Me: "Where is the Consulate?"
Ma: "In Chicago." (we live in Chicago)
Lesson learned. If you're looking to speak to the Italian Consulate, send a postcard. Bastards.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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Wow...ummm... Thats pretty much all I can think of to say to that. Ridiculous.
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Yeah, that is ridiculous!
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