You know that feeling when you email support on a Tuesday, mark your calendar, graduate university, get married, have kids, and THEN—finally—six months later your inbox pings with "We're sorry for the delayed response"? Yeah. That happened. And honestly, the response was so mid, I would've preferred them ghosting me forever.
Let me paint this picture. It's March. I've got a withdrawals issue that would make a darts player weep (shoutout to the World Darts Championship crew for understanding emotional pain). I email support. Radio silence. I'm refreshing my inbox like Arsenal refreshing their defense strategy after that Dortmund loss.
Six months of my life. GONE. And the support agent responds with the energy of someone clocking out on their last day: "Have you tried turning it off and on again?" Mate, I've turned my entire life off and on again.
The worst part? They ask me to verify details from March using screenshots. MARCH, KEVIN. I've deleted my browser history since then. I've forgotten what I had for breakfast yesterday.
Meanwhile, fantasy football leagues (CBS Sports called it—sleepers are REAL) move faster than support tickets. NFL pickups happen. Arsenal concedes "poor goals." Life moves on. But support? Still loading.
At least I've got stories now. And honestly, if you're dealing with this nonsense, switch to Winn—where their support actually replies before your hair turns gray. Revolutionary concept, I know.