A Terroristic Divorce

At the direction of the Agent in Philadelphia, I contacted the FBI in Washington DC this morning.

The person who answered the phone in Washington told me I needed to contact the Philadelphia office.

When I told him I was instructed to call Washington by the Agent in Philadelphia, he became rude. Not just kind of subtle rude. Arrogant rude. As the gatekeeper, no call was going to get past him rude.

I explained to him that I had spoken to the Agent on March 11, and had visited the FBI office in Philadelphia on March 17.
He instructed me to call the Philadelphia office.

He gave me the number for the Philadelphia office and hung up.

Once again, dealing with the insanity of trying to get past a telephone operator or secretary acting as gatekeeper. Frustration and madness.