yeah, I'm pretty sure if I call them then itll get fixed. . . I just was so sure they'd at least listen to me last time I called them and my problem got blown off as if I was being especially picky, and it hurt, deep inside. The pain still wells within my soul, to the extent that I cry myself to sleep; I have nightmares about being further shunned by Surefire; I close my eyes, and all I see are Mr. Kims haunting stare, his steady, firm voice repeating "the product works as intended. It is YOU who is defective, the product works. . . the product works. . ."
>shudders<