Below the Beltway
Gene's four-ring circus: Bring in the clown
Another installment in my Pulitzer-Prize-winning coverage of the plight of the beleaguered customer service representative.
Oral-B dental floss
Me: I like your product very much and admire its tensile strength. I was wondering how many feet of floss there are in each pack.
Paul: Let me check. (Checks.) It's 55 yards.
Me: Wow! That's 10 stories! That's more than enough! So, I was just wondering how many strands of it you'd have to braid together to support the weight of a 6-foot-tall man of muscular build.
Paul: I have no idea, but I think maybe 10 or 15. It's pretty strong stuff and kind of braided already.
Me: Okay, great!
Paul: Uh, why would you ... ?
Me: See, I have this friend, currently incarcerated. Hypothetically, he might need to lower himself from a great height.
Me: So, Oral B recommends 10 or 15 packages, then, for this application of your product?