I hate the telephone. I always have. I guess, I hate the telephone becuas eit is a device where someone can always reach me. Also, when I was a child, my parents used to make me answer the phone like this…
“Andrews (Family name) residence, Corndog (not my real name) speaking.” I mean, what the fuck?
OK, my 3 bitches. When I call someone up and somebody else picks up the phone.
CORNDOG-Hello, is Fred there?
INTRUSIVE MF-May I say who’s calling?
I hate when somebody does the, “May I say who’s calling”, bit. I think it is intrusive and rude. No, it is none of your business who I am unless you are the one that I want to speak to. I have been a jerk before and said “No, thanks.” or “Someone who wants to talk to Fred.” but that is usually countered by that damned same question, “May I say who’s calling?” It does not help to hang up either, because if you call back, the Intrusive MF always answers the phone instead of the person you want to talk to.
SECOND-The answering service. Maybe I am calling a hardware store on Sunday…
Answering service (A.S.)-“Hello, ABC Hardware.”
Corndog-“Yes, I want to know the price of a dozen nails please?”
A.S.-“I am sorry, I don’t know, this is the answering service.”
Corndog-“Why don’t you know, you are at ABC Hardware, you answered the phone, Mr. ABC has hired you to be there.”
A.S.-“We’re the answering service, sir, call back tomorrow.”
So, the answering service cannot answer any questions even though they are there, have said the company name to me on the phone, and they tell me to call back tomorrow. What good is the answering service anyway? For a real voice to say “Call back tomorrow?”
Lastly, I am calling a company about whatever, (retail and parts stores are bad about this)
Phone jockey-Hello, Fart Boys Automotive and parts, may I help you?
Corndog-Yes, I would like the price of a muffler for a 1997 Honda Civic two door, standard transmission please,
Phone Jockey-Oh, please hold…
The end of this story is that I have to wait until I can connect with someone in the shop that can answer this question. I understand that the cashier of Fart boys does not know what a muffler is, but she could more quickly direct me to that department whereas, i would not have to repeat thyself.
Thats all