Friday, August 22, 2008

We are a tired family. Seems like so much is going on that by the time Friday rolls around...well,

The phone rings. Caller ID says "Research Center." When I answer a very pleasant voice says, "May I speak with Sean Wilson, please?" I asked them to please hold while I get him. Since we're very much the technical computerized family I IM Sean telling him that a research firm is on the phone for him. His response: "Tell them I'm dead." So, I pick up the phone and say, "Sean says to tell you he's dead." After a moment's hesitation she says, "Thank you so much for your time. Bye, bye."

We taught our sons to be honest, so I guess if I say "Sean says to tell you..." then they know that he's actually alive and not interested in talking to them. Telemarketers, you have no place with us, especially when we're all tired and it's Friday night.

1 comment:

angela | the painted house said...

Thank you, Bunny, for your comment. I hope your mother comes home soon. I imagine it is very difficult to reverse rolls in this way with your parents. My prayers are with you!

And, in regard to this post: I wonder if that telemarketer ever heard that one before? :)