"I wish my job came with a delete button."

Some nights, I wish my job came with a delete button.
I've gotten multiple calls from a woman who thinks her home is bugged and wants someone to come out and do something about it. I've told her that's not going to happen, but she doesn't believe me. She said she would call the office tomorrow to complain about me to my supervisor.
Crazy bitch.
If I had been rude or something, she might have grounds for some kind of complaint, but I wasn't. I was so polite that my teeth ache. And when she calls back tomorrow to complain, she won't get anywhere with whoever she talks with, especially when they hear her original 'complaint.'
Silly cow.
At times like these I can so understand why some people become serial killers.