“Why do you need my address? Are you trying to scam me? I’m telling you, I’m not giving you any of my information! I just need to know how to track this [censored] mask my girlfriend bought!”

“Sir, unfortunately we are unable to access your account and find out which mask you are referring to without your personal information, which you must have used to register for your HP account. Could you please–”

Beep beep.

#2134 rubbed her temple. Her voice is curt.

“Hello. HP Cosmetics. Customer Service #2134, how can I help you?”

“Must you talk to me in this voice?”

“Pardon?”

“You sound like you don’t wanna be here. Can’t you be a little friendlier? You’re customer service, I’m the customer, okay? I’m the one who–”

“Madam, excuse me, but you’re the one who’s speaking in an unfriendly manner–”

“What do you mean I’m rude? Are you saying I shouldn’t be speaking to you like this? Are you saying– You know what, call your manager over. I’m done with this. Get your manager, I’ll talk to him.”

“My manager is a ‘her,’ madam, I’ll–”

“And you’re talking back to me again? Is this how your company trains its employees? I’ll call your manager whatever I want, okay?”

“Yes, madam, I–”