It’s really aggravating when you are subscribed to something and it is set to automatically update and while you are given a way to opt out, finding it is a real headache. Do you really think that by making me angry and practically forcing me to call your support line and request to have “the convenient auto-renew feature” turned off, I am going to want to renew or ever subscribe again to your magazine or service? That’s bad business.
But, when there is a service or a magazine or whatever that I do want, and it stops abruptly and I have to search out how to make it start again, well, that’s equally aggravating.
How about, in either case, do the right thing and send a polite e-mail stating that in a few days or whatever, this will expire? Now that’s actually customer service.
All of that being said, what if you are subscribed to a free, oh, I don’t know, maybe a blog or something, where the author has promised to write something every single day but then half the time just recycles old junk or fluffs it up with drivel just to say he posted something? That guy can be just as annoying even though you aren’t paying anything.
“Ah,” you say, “But we are paying to read your blog.”
“We spend our time.”
“Ouchie-wawas! Okay,” I say, “I’ll work on it.”
Thank you for your time. I really appreciate everyone that comes here to read what I have to say.
But, I have found some real gems in the archives, though. Some of the unfinished stories I have found really are worthwhile. Even worthwhile enough to finish and post, as I have done a few times already. Of course, sometimes I find things like this, too:
The more you think about some things, the weirder they seem to become.
Take milk. Why do we drink cow’s milk? I mean, who was the guy who first looked at a cow and said, “I think I’ll drink whatever comes out of these things when I squeeze ’em?”