So I answered this phone call about five minutes ago. The call is from Baltimore, Md., a sales lady wanting to speak to our bureau chief , who's out of the office today, about phone service. I told the lady the bossman was out. I expected the phone call to immediately end. But after trying to pinpoint when would be the best day for her to call back (never), the woman says "I just love your voice. It's so soothing."
I pause, and then say "thank you," like you would say.
She then proceeds to ask me how the weather is where I am. She asks this question "just to keep you on the phone."
I say it's like 75 degrees and cloudy, and she again says that she loves my voice.
I say "thank you," again, but that "I have to get back to work."
She says she doesn't want to let me go, but she understands. I tell her to have a good day as I picture her cheesing with three golds beaming out of her grill.
I hang up the phone.
I've had my laugh for the day, but I am thoroughly disgusted.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Phone Sex
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