The Most Useless, Brain-Dead “Service” on Earth – Bravo, SARS

I just needed to change my phone number. That’s it. To file a return. Not do a full audit. Just change a moderchot number. But apparently, that’s too much for SARS and its agente rincoglionita who answered the phone.

This absolute disgrace of a human, whose brain must have taken a sabbatical, sat there fumbling like a toddler in a dark room and then hung up the call without doing a single ****** thing. Not an explanation. Not a transfer. Just click — gone. Qué cojones.

If you're reading this from SARS: do you hire staff based on a test of how useless they can be? Because if so, congrats, this agent gets a gold medal. Merde, absolute merde.

I answered every security question correctly — name, ID, tax number, address — and this tête de mule still couldn’t comprehend what to do. She was probably googling how to breathe while on the call.

I swear I’ve seen sloths on ketamine move faster than SARS processes. I wouldn’t trust this organisation to operate a toaster, let alone handle personal data. You want efficiency? Go ask the Home Affairs department — at least they pretend to give a ****.

To the idiot agent: If your job feels hard, just remember, your only task was to listen and not hang up like a boludo sin neuronas. But you still failed.

SARS, vaffanculo a voi and your broken system. You're not just *********** — you're a danger to functional society.