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Can't Do No Mo

All day long

saying the same five sentences

over and over again

hustling satellite t.v. customers

for more money

getting them to take more premium movie channels.

But most everybody was broke

out of work

down & out

like half the ******* country.

I'd get an old lady from Compton, California

"No, no, honey. I can't do no mo. I just called in

last week to remove some channels. Can't do nothin. I'm

legally blind now, can't even watch no t.v. They gonna

cut my legs off this Sunday...cause of my diabeetus. And

my son was just murdered yesterday. I can't do no mo.

No sir. God bless you. Bye bye."

And onto the next call I went.

Yes ma'am

that job made me feel like

a real ******* piece of ****

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danny-valdez
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Jan 16, 2012
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