I'm on the phone with iTunes support because I purchased a defective gift card. I scratched the little silver strip off with a penny, and the ink from the numbers rubbed off on the penny, meaning I paid fifteen dollars for a piece of shitty plastic covered in water-based ink. Of course, without the numbers it is useless, so i decided to call iTunes Support to see if they would rectify the problem.
iTunes Bitch: iTunes Support, how may I help you?
Me: I bought a defective gift card and I wanted to know how I would be reimbursed.
iTunes Bitch: What is defective about the card?
Me: The ink from the numbers rubbed off on the coin I used to get the little silver thing off the card.
iTunes Bitch: Well, you must've scratched too hard. That's not our problem.
Me: Well, it is, because your company used a shitty ink that rubs off on a goddamn penny.
iTunes Bitch: The quality of the ink isn't our problem.
Me: Also, your company lacks the hindsight to allow users to just pay cash directly for gift cards online, which would save people the trouble of buying your stupid, poorly made gift cards.
iTunes Bitch: Excuse me?
Me: If I could have just paid for iTunes credit with my debit card online and have the money sent directly to my account don't you think I would have?
iTunes Bitch: Yes.
Me: So why don't you allow people to do that?
iTunes Bitch: I don't know.
Me: Probably because your company is run by Jews.
iTunes Bitch:.......
This is why I think all business should defer to me on all questions related to whether or not a product is back-asswards in design. I do not blame the corporations themselves, because Business Majors are all idiots; I do feel, however, that a lot of these problems could be solved with a little thing I call...
COMMON FUCKING SENSE
Hey, here's a great idea. Let's build factories in third-world countries that will stamp out our iTunes Gift cards. To save money, we'll use crappy components and we won't train our employees. That's such a great idea, I'm about to cum!
Fuck you, iTunes. It's time to pull Steve Jobs' bald, four-eyed head out of his pristine, golden rectum and make a product worth selling. Sometimes, it's not all about money. Sometimes.
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