"Tried to get Muse to call Pastmaps customer service (AKA me) and demand a refund. Sent in some receipts with the published number. It refused. Lol. Claims my account doesn't have phone call tool access, sad. Boooooo."
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"Tried to get Muse to call Pastmaps customer service (AKA me) and demand a refund. Sent in some receipts with the published number. It refused. Lol. Claims my account doesn't have phone call tool access, sad. Boooooo."
Copy this into Muse and replace anything in [square brackets] with your own details.
Call [business] customer service at [published number] and demand a refund for [issue]. Use the receipts I sent. If you don't have phone-call access, stop and tell me — don't fake it.
Review what the agent will be allowed to touch: browse the web, access account settings, confirm changes first. Ask Muse to show its plan and pause before anything that spends money, sends a message or changes an account.
Reported by @that.map.guy.craig (Craig Campbell, founder of Pastmaps, Threads, 2026-09-14) on Threads (original post). Collected by the open-source EveryAI Muse field guide under the MIT licence. Sundog has not tested this workflow; results people report here appear on this page.
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