I just spent a couple of hours on the phone with customer service representatives for Priceline, attempting to get a refund for my flight to Jordan for a trip that I was planning to take in July. It should have been infuriating because in 5 different phone calls, I got 5 different answers of how to resolve my situation. But it left me only mildly miffed because it felt so novel to be able to chat with strangers. Other than lifting a hand in greeting to every neighbor I pass on my walks, I haven't made small talk in weeks. Tomorrow I'm going to call my health insurance company, and I'm sort of looking forward to it. Strange times.
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