I mash the center of my steering wheel. An electrical signal travels down the wires of my car, also of inferior copper. I use the insult of my enemy (selling me inferior copper) to express my rage.
When they had the babylon exhibition a few years back, i went 'but you have heard of me' when staring at a wall of these, woman next to me went 'finest copper, honest', we cracked up while a bunch of others just went 'what's funny about copper?'
... i was assuming it was a pirates of the Caribbean joke? i guess probably mixed with that one going around about how immortality is based on people knowing your name, and this dude suddenly becoming more powerful of a ghost because now everyone knows he sold shitty copper?
I want to go back to all those scholars excited to translate cuneiform and tell them that there's going to be an entire fan base for these complaint letters.
'not the important letters of government, or the evidence of building of a temple or-'
'thousands of people know his name.'
The discussion someone posted about him actually being honest, and people complaining because they wanted high grade copper at shitty copper prices, was also delightful. I can’t find it again though.
I'm now imagining a future dr who ep where they land in Babylon and the companion asks if this is when ea-nasir lived.
The doctor: 'what is it with you 21stC people and your obsession with that merchant?'
Plot twist: circumstances beyond Ea-nāṣir's control led to the contamination of the copper. Ea-nāṣir fully intended to supply the aforementioned high-grade copper but was waylaid by some unscrupulous underlings.
Also; Ea-nāṣir's pronouns are her/she.
That people emphasize much more negative feedback is why I occasionally make sure to do those survey things on receipts if the employee did a good job. Because I remember retail and (measly) raises and promotions hingeing on how many positive/negative reviews were received.
Speaking on behalf of historians, this is exactly the kind of bullshit that validates an entire career and has one particular nerd collapsed in a puddle of joyous tears.
"I translated a complaint letter, and it has FANS!!!!"
A few years back I got to inform a professor in my university's classics department--specifically, the prof specializing in culture & art of the ancient near east--about the Ea-Nasir fandom on Tumblr. She was baffled but utterly delighted.
Honestly, this shit is more relatable and human then reading yet another agonizingly long winded diatribe about how OUR GOVERNMENT is the best government in the world.
Imagine everyone in history going "oh, oh no, my legacy! How will I ever be remembered?!"
And this dude is immortal because of a customer service complaint.
Some people out here building cathedrals, painting chapel ceilings. This guy was like "you idiot, you absolute dummy".
You, Andrea, are someone I am now in awe of. I wonder if it would be appropriate to leave a small amount of inferior copper at the base of the case for Ea-Nasir's spirit. I mean, the man worked SO HARD to be remembered for this.
