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Phone
rang this evening so I answered it with
"Good
Evening."
"Ye
left a message on my answering machine about me labrador."
"No
I didn't."
"Yes
you did, Ah've got an email here with yer number on."
"And what number are you trying to ring?"
She gives me a number which is an anagram of mine
so I told her what number she had actually rung.
"Oh right" she says and rings off - no
sorry, no thankyou no kissmyastrakancoat.
Just a good thing Fester didn't answer it.
His reply to a caller the other day was "If
your name's John mine's Ibrahim - now pea soff!"
St
Bernard I got
used to people hanging up on me a lot when I answered the phones at Community
Furniture Service, but even that was preferable to the number of times I got
ranted at or told to fuck off because some me-me-me type phoned up and wanted
their donation picked up straight away.
Funnily enough, we weren't sitting around waiting for just their call,
we had a roster booked for several days ahead.
Who'd have thought?😛
Sandy Our number was one
digit removed from the number for the Shields Road parcel office. I twigged when we got one of those "
sorry you weren't in" postcards; the fold in the card was where they
stamped the number so's it was always smudged.
Still at 02.30 in the morning you'd have thought people might think the
parcel office might not be open.
Bess Cavalier The public seem to
think I have the councillors stashed in a cupboard and that I can wheel one out
whenever they need to speak to one.
Doesn't help when the switchboard implies to the caller that they are
being put through to a councillor, rather than the person who can give them the
contact details.
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