Friday, May 09, 2008

This is what I like to call the final 3. What does that even mean? It means I've got 3 minutes left on the clock and I'm going to recap as much as I can for the next 3 minutes with typos, sentence fragments, ill-punctuation included. I'll just jump in:

Phone rings. I answer it. The voice yells Hello?(loud southern accent). I go, This is [insert company name here]. The voice screams back Hello? I repeat, This is [insert company name here]. How can I help you? [Long pause] What I assume to be drunken laughter but laughter nevertheless a man responds "yeah, um I've got a maaaaaasive erection.. Immediately CLICK. Fucking yikes. In hind sight I wish I would have stayed on the line and messed with this guy for a moment or at least dialed him back just so I could hang up on him twice.

This is just another thin slice of life in Newtown Square.

3 comments:

Dig said...

It does seem like your receptionist gets to answer all sorts of crazy phone calls.

dean said...

Actually I said, "I have an olive complexion". Then I had to go.

Cotton said...

WOW.

Newtown Square has gone to the birds! I'm gonna move back and clean that place up!