Mistaken Identity

For a while at the end of last year, I was working a seasonal job at a call center. The job itself was nice enough, but the people I took calls from ranged from hilarious to terrible. This poem draws a bit of inspiration from both of those extremes.

I still don’t understand that one customer’s insistence that I should be called Togy.

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