Dec 19, 2003 16:57
Phone rings.
I pick it up.
"Hello this is Kimi, I'm calling from AT&T. Can I speak to your mom or your dad?"
".....They're not home."
"Okay, thank you." Click.
FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, I'M TWENTY ONE YEARS OLD! STOP ASKING TO TALK TO MY PARENTS!
Jesus.
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On the flip side of the coin, when I was 14 I could convince telemarketers and telesurveyers that I was the adult owner of the home, which was occasionally amusing. Then again, I was a very bored child.
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Mostly I liked it when they wanted me to take a survey and I could make up random nonsensical answers while at the same time trying to sound almost believable.
Them: "How many people live in your household?"
Me: "10"
Them: "10?"
Me: "Yes."
Them: "And what's your annual household income?"
Me: "$20,000"
Them: "No, for everybody."
Me: "That is for everybody!"
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