Someone just called my son…
…on my phone. The conversation went like this:
Me: Hello.
She: Hello, is William home?
Me: No, can I take a message?
She: Yes, have him call XYZ Insurance Company at 800-555-1212 and ask for Sukon Mboob.
Me: OK, I’ll give him the message.
She: And you are…?
Me: You want MY name?
She: Yes.
Me: Well, you can call me Sue.
She: And you’re William’s sister?
Me: No.
She: Who should I say I spoke with?
She: Sue.
Me: Just Sue?
Me: Yes. I’ll give him the message, have a nice day. CLICK.
That lady seemed stunned that I didn’t answer her questions. Do people actually do that? I would never give anyone information on the phone unless they had a shitload of it themselves. But the response I get seems to be one of surprise as though everyone else in the world just answers questions without hesitation when a stranger is on the phone.
Am I the only person who thinks that would be stupid? It must work with some people or they wouldn’t do it. But I can’t imagine that it works with enough people to be worth dealing with people like me who won’t offer any new info no matter how they ask for it. If a person you didn’t know walked up to you on the street and asked you questions like those…you’d never answer them, why should it be different that it’s on the phone?
Well now I’m painting the kids room…purple. The purple that you get when you spit a bunch of blue coloring into Dusty Rose paint. It wouldn’t have been my first choice but it’s better than two rooms the same Dusty Rose color…I guess. My granddaughter likes purple and pink and although she wanted her room like mine…pink, I talked her into purple walls with pink everything else…butterflies, blankets and bean bag chairs. She still wanted in pink but I think once we start buying pink stuff she’ll enjoy it.
I know I’ll have fun with it. I’ll find all sorts of pink butterflies to put on the walls and pretty pink bedclothes…it’ll be just as much fun as doing my own room.
My own daughter hated pink…I found that out when she was 4 and I bought her a pink and white canopy bed. After that I had to do her rooms in deep colors. She could have cared less what I did to her rooms…but I enjoyed doing the windows and stuff like that. It’ll be fun with a kid who enjoys doing that. I just hope that she doesn’t pick out some gaudy, glitzy, garish crap…but before it’s over I’m sure that she will. Oh well, it’ll be fun anyway.
My kitten is locked up in the kennel for attacking the old cat and he’s mewing like nuts to get out. Payton has even gotten sick of lying there listening to him whine. I guess he’s done his time so I’m gonna let him out…until he does something else annoying. That never takes long.
See ya!
Meg
…on my phone. The conversation went like this:
Me: Hello.
She: Hello, is William home?
Me: No, can I take a message?
She: Yes, have him call XYZ Insurance Company at 800-555-1212 and ask for Sukon Mboob.
Me: OK, I’ll give him the message.
She: And you are…?
Me: You want MY name?
She: Yes.
Me: Well, you can call me Sue.
She: And you’re William’s sister?
Me: No.
She: Who should I say I spoke with?
She: Sue.
Me: Just Sue?
Me: Yes. I’ll give him the message, have a nice day. CLICK.
That lady seemed stunned that I didn’t answer her questions. Do people actually do that? I would never give anyone information on the phone unless they had a shitload of it themselves. But the response I get seems to be one of surprise as though everyone else in the world just answers questions without hesitation when a stranger is on the phone.
Am I the only person who thinks that would be stupid? It must work with some people or they wouldn’t do it. But I can’t imagine that it works with enough people to be worth dealing with people like me who won’t offer any new info no matter how they ask for it. If a person you didn’t know walked up to you on the street and asked you questions like those…you’d never answer them, why should it be different that it’s on the phone?
Well now I’m painting the kids room…purple. The purple that you get when you spit a bunch of blue coloring into Dusty Rose paint. It wouldn’t have been my first choice but it’s better than two rooms the same Dusty Rose color…I guess. My granddaughter likes purple and pink and although she wanted her room like mine…pink, I talked her into purple walls with pink everything else…butterflies, blankets and bean bag chairs. She still wanted in pink but I think once we start buying pink stuff she’ll enjoy it.
I know I’ll have fun with it. I’ll find all sorts of pink butterflies to put on the walls and pretty pink bedclothes…it’ll be just as much fun as doing my own room.
My own daughter hated pink…I found that out when she was 4 and I bought her a pink and white canopy bed. After that I had to do her rooms in deep colors. She could have cared less what I did to her rooms…but I enjoyed doing the windows and stuff like that. It’ll be fun with a kid who enjoys doing that. I just hope that she doesn’t pick out some gaudy, glitzy, garish crap…but before it’s over I’m sure that she will. Oh well, it’ll be fun anyway.
My kitten is locked up in the kennel for attacking the old cat and he’s mewing like nuts to get out. Payton has even gotten sick of lying there listening to him whine. I guess he’s done his time so I’m gonna let him out…until he does something else annoying. That never takes long.
See ya!
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 7:12 AM
5 Comments:
Oh I'm so sorry.
Next time ill ask you if you're Willie's housekeeper as I was just trying to be nice!
Signed,
Sukon M-Boobs
I slay me! Lol
I love it, just Sue. Good for you.
My name is Sue, how do you do! I always lie to those callers- the tip off is when they use the whole name or Mr ---. Who calls us that?
I've given up on EVER expecting some form of phone etiquette-that is, if there's actually a human being on the other end. Despite having a very unlisted number and being on the Do Not Call Registry, some third world person-or a damn political robo-call makes it through occasionally and always at the most....inopportune times.
The height of rudeness/typical Tundra phone greeting when they call ME is, "WHO'S THIS?" I never envisioned I'd need the hide of a rhino to answer my own damn phone. It's just the Old Widow with the geriatric cat here-you wanna speak to the cat? Nope, she's not available. She's either asleep or possibly dead on the top of the couch cushion-her usual position.....from which she occasionally slides down during her cat dreams hitting me on the shoulder, getting stuck between me and the couch and all kinds of cat-pissed that I 'disturbed' her. Beats putting my finger under her nose to check for signs of life. Sort of.
Anyway, now it all goes to VM. I have a rather disturbing collection of hang-up calls not even giving me the thrill of heavy breathing and obscene suggestions.
Even for an Old Widow it's annoying as well disappointing.
TW
Amazing, isn't it? As I said, SOMEONE answers the questions or they wouldn't ask. I don't get it.
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