It's like when you go to a fast food restaurant and you pull up to the drive-thru and your in a good mood. Ya know, those times when you are about to get your favorite burger and fries and you can already taste it. (Teale's mouth is most likely watering over a Big Mac right now.) Anyway, you pull up and a voice comes through the menu sign thing saying, "May I take your order please?" NEVER take the person on the other side of this menu sign thing seriously when they ask you this the first time. It never fails that I go through my whole spill with special orders and everything............and THEN there is the dreaded moment of silence when you start to wonder if this menu sign thing has just hung up on you. Have no fear, it did not. Soon you will hear the voice again. It may or may not be the same voice you heard before, but it is a voice nonetheless, and they say, "Can you please repeat that?" Are you SERIOUS? Your once happy demeanor turns sour and you would WATERBOY that menu sign thing if you weren't so stinking hungry.

I digress. Back to the subject at hand. Last week our lovely home received a call from one of these ever so friendly telemarketers. Teale and I are sitting on the couch watching t.v. and minding our own business when the phone rang. If you are wondering where Harper was, well she was already in bed! Want to know why she was in bed? IT WAS 9PM. GRRRRRRRR. So we are watching t.v. when the phone rings and our caller ID pops up on the television. I look at Teale and say, "You've got to be kidding me!?!?!" The conversation with the aforementioned Goofwad went something like the following. Mind you, my blood was already a steady gazillion degrees when I answered the phone. I will be known as CCC (Calm & Collected Chad) and Goofwad will be known as (GW) below.
CCC: Hello?
CCC: HELLO?
GW: Hello, is this Mr. CCC?
CCC: YES!!!!!
Teale: (In a quiet, whispering yet stern voice) Chad, CHAD....shhhhh, Harper's in bed. (This let me know I needed to take this conversation to another room.)
GW: (While I'm walking to another room) Mr. CCC, my name is Mr. GW and I am with Dingbat Inc. I'm calling to let you know that we are in your area this week running specials for carpet cleaning, washing.....
CCC: (Finally, I make it to our bedroom and shut the door and stop GW mid-sentence) SIR, DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?
GW: It is 3 minutes till 9. (He was very aware of this, so apparently they have until 9 to call you....BEWARE)
CCC: WHY IN HEAVENS ARE YOU CALLING ME SO LATE? I HAVE A CHILD IN THE BED FOR PETE'S SAKE?
GW: I had no way of knowing that, sir.
CCC: COMMON SENSE SHOULD TELL YOU NOT TO CALL ME SO LATE IF YOU DON'T KNOW ME. THIS IS AN UNREASONABLE HOUR TO TRY AND MAKE YOUR SALES PITCH. DON'T EVER CALL THIS HOUSE AGAIN. ::::Click:::: (I hung up without waiting for a response, which I now regret. I should have waited to hear his excuse.)
In reality, I know he was just doing his job. I know the company he works for is who had him make that call, but it is absolutely ridiculous to be receiving telemarketing calls so late in the evening. Maybe, just maybe, they won't call back. :) Doubtful though.
OH and I have been known to give the phone to Harper when one of these folks call as well. And if any of you who read this blog are telemarketers, please don't take offense to it. Just don't call my house and we can live happily ever after. :)




