Several years ago, Julia-Gulia purchased a cell phone and the "We own your firstborn and the next two years of your life" contract that came with it. She endured horrible customer service, inconsistent coverage, roaming charges, and incorrect billing receipts. The month her contract expired, she called to cancel and had a rather humorous conversation with the Operator.
O: Thank you for calling phone monopoly. May I have your phone number please.
O: Thank you. And your social security number.
O: And your mother's maiden name?
O: Thank you. How may I help you today?
JG: Well, actually I need to cancel my contract.
O: I can help you with that. One moment please.
I'm sure there was significant conversation here from Operator's Supervisor trying to convince Julia-Gulia to stay but she was having none of it. Finally, after a rather long chat, Julia-Gulia was freed from the cell phone chain. Almost.
O: Anything else I can help you with today?
JG: No. That's it. Thankyou.
O: (script mode) Thank you for calling today. It's been a pleasure and as always, thanks for choosing Phone... Monopoly... er... well, thanks for choosing it two years ago anyway. Um...
I guess there isn't a script for saying Good-bye