...it's 4AM, and I'm really trying hard to score some tickets for my oh-so-musically-picky teenager. Why, oh why do you make me try to read the weird squiggly words-that-aren't-really-words-just-to-make-sure-I'm-not-some-computer-or-alien over and over again?!?! I can't confirm the word. I'm not even sure it IS a word.
And no, an audio clip will NOT help me. Cause it's not a word. And that's not a recognizable font.
I'm a reasonable person. I don't mind being sent back to the beginning over and over again just cause I'm looking for tickets with a view of something more than the Men's Room, but still need to be able to afford to send a kid to college in a few years. You don't take my supermarket coupon key card. I get it.
But I can't pass your human test. It makes me sad. I am human. I really am! I know, because I keep failing yer darn test!
Please be nice to me. Isn't The Teenager enough of a trial?!?
Love, Melissa
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