(no subject)
Me: [greeting]
Dumbass (DA): Accounts receivable.
Me: What is it that you need? (Accounts Receivable being as generic a term as you can get.)
DA: ...Accounts...receivable.
Me: ...Is it about an invoice we sent you? Do you have a question on an invoice?
DA: Are you accounts receivable?
Me [getting slightly annoyed]: To know who to send you to, I need to know what it is exactly that you need.
DA: Invoice.
Me: ...Do you have a question on an invoice or need a copy of an invoice...?
DA: Well, I sent you people a check for $700 and it was returned to me. So if you people are some big secret or something, then forget you.
Me: Wha--
DA: [click]
Oh my god, you fucking retard. How fucking hard would it have been to just say you wanted to confirm our street address? And then, after wasting both our time with that idiotic conversation, the fact that you hung up on me without even letting me answer what you called for in the first place makes you a BIGGER retard. Also, considering our correct address can easily be found with a two-second internet search, you're the biggest retard I've ever met. DIE, DIE, DIE.