Dealing with the typical devil has become a regular thing in my line of work. It has been a typical week in the world of Ricky Harpole. I broke two strings on my guitar while laying a live benefit show for the Old Hypocrite Society. They paid me anyway, but the postal service lost the check.

After four days of bureaucratic hassles I finally raised enough hell to convince the Grand Puba of lost mail to track it down in the Ineptitude Department of Important Correspondence.

I was told by those pillars of incompetency that since I was deceased, I was no longer worth fooling with because I was not of their jurisdiction and I should just have to register my complaints to the devil.

Well I did, and low and behold his wife answered the phone and I was mildly informed that her old man was busy, but how could she help me? 

I told her the whole sordid story, and she said I believe we have bought out the postal service on the billing department so your bills will sho’ up on time, but the pay checks are still under negotiations with your government.

I would recommend you contact your government except most of your elected officials are on our payroll. (For the devil’s wife she was fairly honest). 

There is not much as a company we can do except to get the postal service fired and that will be pretty much of a task. If you will excuse me, Mr. Harpole, it’s kind of warm in here and it ain’t my job to answer phones.

Ricky Harpole

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