Phone Guy: “Hello, this is MCI [company or something, I think the guy said some small word so he couldn’t technically be accused of representing MCI]. Can I talk to Mrs. [fiancée’s last name]?”
Me: “She’s not here right now.”
PG: “We’ve been notified that you recently canceled your long-distance service. Can I talk to you about that?”
Me: “We don’t have long-distance here. We haven’t since I’ve been here [which is technically only since January, but I was living here for bits and pieces in October].”
PG: laughs. “Okay, thanks for your time, maam, have a nice day.”
Lots of little funbits can be gleaned from this discussion, such as the fact that I think the PG mighta not been listening and thought I was Mrs. [fiancée’s last name]. Either that or my voice was particularly high/light then.
However, what’s even more … interesting to me is that we don’t have MCI. We use a different company with a completely different-sounding name (rhymes with Merizon). And we don’t have on our “Merizon” plan any long-distance. Just basic service.
I’m halfway tempted to *69 the company to get their mailing address or whatever, but I have to go now to pick up the future Mrs. punha, and if I’m late … ooh, I better not be late.