My phone rings. It's Comcast.
Me: Miss OJ.
Comcast rep (CR): May I speak to Mr. or Mrs. OJ?
Me: Um. There is no Mr. OJ. But I'm Miss OJ.
CR: Oh, I am so sorry for your loss.
Me: Um. I'm single. I was never married.
CR: Oh, I can understand that. I'm quite happy just me and my cat!
Me: Um.
CR goes on to describe some super-expensive Comcast plan that would somehow mysteriously save me money. I decline, citing budgetary constraints. She goes on to assure me that it's a great deal and also something about how her cell phone service is so bad that she can never make calls or receive calls at her daughter's house so I should totally add a landline. I decline, and resist the urge to sell her on AT&T.
**
I'm at work. The phone rings.
"Miss OJ," I say.
"Hi... Is this the Justice Department?" says the caller.
"No. This is [a totally different and completely unrelated agency]."
"Oh... You don't happen to have a directory for the Justice Department, do you?"
Your taxpayer dollars are at work, sir, but they're not working that hard.
**
Singing along to: Cat Stevens, Morning Has Broken. I want to walk down the aisle to this song. Luckily, it is actually a legit Church hymn, so I can do that.
2 comments:
Haha! Reading about that comcast call made me laugh out loud. That's fantastic!
Whitney
It was the comment about having a cat that put me over the edge.
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