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"Can I help you?" she asked."You called me."
"Sorry," said the lady on the telephone. "It's my first day as a telemarketer and I keep messing up."
"Don't be sorry," I said. "I'm the one who answered the phone."
"Can I please get your Visa card number?"
"Way too early for that."
"What about your Mastercard?"
"Later in the script."
"Shit, I'm already on page 2."
"I used to be a telemarketer, and I can predict you will be hearing from Quality Assurance now."
"Crap."
"Find page 1 and start from scratch."
"Hello, may I speak to the owner of the house?"
"This is the lessee of the apartment speaking."
"My name is _____ ______ and I work for blah blah blah."
"Yes."
"Blah blah blah. Blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah, blah. Blah?"
"Yes, I'll take one."
"Really? I mean blah blah blah."
"Yes."
"(giggles) Blah blah blah Will you be putting this on a Visa, Mastercard, or American Express?
"On all three."
"Can you give me that credit card number, please?"
"Sure, it's 4235233423430022546232907230024373239090323089."
"Thank you."
After I hung up, I placed the phone in the refrigerator. If it happened to ring in the future, so be it, I would hear it only if I was already up.
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