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Ouatic-7 [userpic]

This morning, I had planned to finally get the vacation pics wrapped up and do something about pilgham's birthday. Instead I'm venting:

Phone: Ring! Ring!

O-7: Hello.

Phone: May I speak to Paul, please?

O-7: (not recognizing voice) Who may I say is calling?

Phone: Tell him it's Matt from the Viet Nam Veterans.

O-7: I'm sorry, we can't do anything for you this time.

Phone: Can I hear that from Paul? It'll just be easier.

This was not the nice lady calling to see if they could come carry away our junk. No, this was the man wanting to sell us new junk. I think we have unopened boxes of trash bags. We probably should give more, but I'm not convinced that buying stuff is the way to do it.

I did hand the phone over to pilgham and he's a smart guy so I'm assuming he had the sense to back me up.

There is nothing that pisses me off more than people who think that by talking to pilgham, they are going over my head.

(I just had a strange sense of deja vu. Did I already post a similar rant a couple of months ago?)

And the way 'Matt' phrased it, like I was trying to break up their twu lub instead of not buy over priced trash bags.

Mood: angrySeething

I really like the fax idea.

It's yours. Have at 'er!