Tonight I got a telemarketing call at 9pm. I thought this was totally inappropriate as the baby had finally fallen asleep, or so I told her the lady on the phone.
Okay, I know there is no real baby living in my home, but sometimes, I definitely act like one so if you want to split hairs fine, but for all intents and purposes, I am a baby and although I was not yet in bed or even in my pajamas, I was very tired and you have to admit that that is the equivalent of sleeping but again if you want to get picky, then fine but as far as I was concerned this woman had the nerve to call me at 9pm on a weeknight and wake the baby.
I put myself on a "do not call" list at least three years ago. So, I told this woman as much and then I told her that in about six seconds I was going to start cursing because that's what I do when I'm really annoyed although I admit a tendency to also do it when I'm happy, sad, constipated, frightened, elated, anxious, depressed and most of all in the mood for a Kit Kat bar but still I thought that was pretty nice of me to warn her of what was coming, don't you?
Anyway, before I let the "f" bombs fly, I suddenly remembered one time when my dad told a telemarketer he, my
dad, sold life insurance (he doesn't) and the only way he would listen
is if the guy promised to let my dad try to convince him to buy a
Genius. So, I then told this woman, that I was very depressed and would only talk to her if I could share with her everything that I felt was wrong with my life but that she would have to give me her home phone number because I tended to express myself best at 7am on Saturday mornings.
She told me she wasn't a therapist and I told her I had no need for whatever the she was selling at 9pm on a weeknight and the next thing I know she hung up on me.
Nice huh? Anyway, I gotta go, the baby is crying because she just realized there are no leftovers from dinner because she can't cook and went out for dinner instead.