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June 15, 2008
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ME: Hello?
HIM: Hello, is Mr. or Mrs. Ferr-er-er there?
ME: (sighing inaudibly) Yes, this is Mrs. Ferrier.
HIM: Well, hello there, Mrs. Ferrier, I’m calling from the Nashville Firefighters Charity Organization. How are you doing today?
ME: (sighing audibly) Fine.
HIM: Good, good. Is it hot enough for you?
ME: What?! I don’t even know you.
HIM: Did you have a good weekend?
ME: Uh, yeah… I guess so.
HIM: Well, I know you’re busy, so I’ll let you get back to relaxin’ but I wanted to tell you about blah blah blah blah blah…
ME: (Holds phone away from ear until dude stops talking.) …Yeah. I don’t really do business over the phone, but if you’d like to mail me your information, I’d be happy to look it over.
HIM: Well, we can do that, but we don’t like to mail you our packet until we’ve talked to you on the phone first because blah blah blah blah blah.
ME: Yeah, okay, then you can mail me the information.
HIM: What I’ll be sending you is tickets to our annual benefit along with a receipt for your records. Tickets are $22.50 apiece. How many will you be wanting?
ME: Uh. None. I’m not ordering tickets. I just said you could mail me your information.
HIM: Well, we don’t want to mail you anything unless we know we can count on you. Can we count on you?
ME: Count on me?
HIM: Can we count on you?
ME: I mean, you can count on me to look it over.
HIM: So we can’t count on you?
ME: Well, I guess you can count me out… Heh.
HIM: *Click*
ME:…Hello?
This post originally appeared on Parents.com.
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