Thursday, June 21, 2007
Condescending phone calls
"Hello. Is the Mominator there?"
"No she isn't. May I take a message?"
"Yes. This is John. I will leave my phone number. Do you have a pen?"
That grates on my LAST nerve. Do I have a pen? I don't know. Do you? If so, could I borrow it? What if it is a pencil? Is that not good enough for you, you pencil bigot!?
"Why yes ... yes I do. Do I need it for something?"
"Well, I was going to give you my phone number."
"Really ...I'm a married woman."
"Ummmm no. No. I was going to give you my phone number so SHE can call me."
"Well, she's married, too. I'm gonna tell my Dad on you!"
"No.... no. SHE called ME!"
"Oh. I see. Probably from HER house, right? This isn't HER house. Did you know that? Are you getting that idea by now?"
"Oh. This isn't where she lives? We have this number registered."
"Registered? For what?"
"On this account."
"Oh really? Well, did you know you are in violation of the Fair Debt Collection Practices Act? I am not on any account of hers."
"Well ...she called me!"
"Ok. I'll let this one slide. I will give her the message that you called."
"Well, can you give it to her today?"
"Really John .... after this whole conversation, do you think you could treat me like I am her 37-year-old child, and not her 12-year-old child?"
I called the Mominator to let her know that John was calling her (she had called him after all ... to let them know her payment was going to be a few days late) and I told her to be prepared.
She called me back about five minutes later to let me know she talked to John, and that John seemed pretty whipped.
Score one for the 12-year-old.
Labels: the Mominator
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
And now... i can talk about it