2011 - the year is 2011 People
This is not the 1950s people. This is not a difficult concept. I just had what should not have been a difficult conversation with some people.
People knocking at my door, which surprised me, and I'm in a nightgown, which is awkward, but whatever. I haven't felt great today. I get the door. Two people with a clipboard. They ask me for Mrs. $darch's-lastname. I tell them that there is no such person. I'm fairly sure there is no such person, because apparently he has a pretty rare last name. There may be such a person in Germany, and who knows, maybe even in the US, but certainly none I know of. His mother has a different last name. Anyhow, there is certainly nobody by that name who lives in my house.
They ask if they have the right address, which I tell them they do, and they ask about darch by his full name. I say that yes, he does live here. They say, then there must be a Mrs. $his-last-name.
This is where I stare at them in shock. What leap of broken logic came to that conclusion? The existence of a male with a particular last name means that there must be a female Mrs. $his-lastname? Ummm ... really?
I say, no, there is no Mrs. $his-lastname. Although this time slightly annoyed.
They start to get confused, and ask me to repeat that he exists and lives here. I confirm, yes, he lives here. Yes, there is no Mrs. $his-lastname.
They seem to not actually figure that out, but give up on grasping the concept and move on to doing the task at hand, which seemed to be some questions about our phone service, since they work with the company we have a phone line from. And asked some questions about our internet service, which I said we didn't get from them, and TV, which I said we don't use. Then they went away.
I am still shocked that they seemed unable to grasp the concept that he could exist and not have some female living with him going by Mrs. $his-lastname at his house.
I really can't put into text just how confused they seemed by this or how insistent they seemed to be that there must be a Mrs if this was the right address and he lived here. And that they didn't want to believe me when I said there wasn't. So, good job phone company on annoying and offending me. But you also amused me, so umm, points for that.
People knocking at my door, which surprised me, and I'm in a nightgown, which is awkward, but whatever. I haven't felt great today. I get the door. Two people with a clipboard. They ask me for Mrs. $darch's-lastname. I tell them that there is no such person. I'm fairly sure there is no such person, because apparently he has a pretty rare last name. There may be such a person in Germany, and who knows, maybe even in the US, but certainly none I know of. His mother has a different last name. Anyhow, there is certainly nobody by that name who lives in my house.
They ask if they have the right address, which I tell them they do, and they ask about darch by his full name. I say that yes, he does live here. They say, then there must be a Mrs. $his-last-name.
This is where I stare at them in shock. What leap of broken logic came to that conclusion? The existence of a male with a particular last name means that there must be a female Mrs. $his-lastname? Ummm ... really?
I say, no, there is no Mrs. $his-lastname. Although this time slightly annoyed.
They start to get confused, and ask me to repeat that he exists and lives here. I confirm, yes, he lives here. Yes, there is no Mrs. $his-lastname.
They seem to not actually figure that out, but give up on grasping the concept and move on to doing the task at hand, which seemed to be some questions about our phone service, since they work with the company we have a phone line from. And asked some questions about our internet service, which I said we didn't get from them, and TV, which I said we don't use. Then they went away.
I am still shocked that they seemed unable to grasp the concept that he could exist and not have some female living with him going by Mrs. $his-lastname at his house.
I really can't put into text just how confused they seemed by this or how insistent they seemed to be that there must be a Mrs if this was the right address and he lived here. And that they didn't want to believe me when I said there wasn't. So, good job phone company on annoying and offending me. But you also amused me, so umm, points for that.