My roommate was complaining about having to work with US customs to fix a small error our company was getting with some international shipping to Mexico. He spent about 20 minutes on hold, only to have a phone ring for five minutes straight before just hanging up.
He complained by saying, “This sucks, I’m stuck working with these idiots, and it’s not like there’s any hope, because there’s no one else that can help with this stuff.”
I simply replied, “You should just call the ATF. They know how to get to Mexico”
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