No? No?
Someone called the house this morning at 5am - THREE TIMES. Finally, on the third call, someone with a slight Irish accent actually replied to my angry "HELLO!!!" and said they'd been trying to fax something three times ("I KNOW!!!" I said), and wasn't this New York?
"No, this is a RESIDENCE in CHICAGO at 5 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING."
Like many Brits, he was deeply apologetic, but my alarm was going off in twenty minutes, and fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
I'm so ready for the weekend. Where are you, Friday?
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Is it the Weekend Yet?
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Needed: A Pad by the telephone. On the 'nightstand' or on the floor. That way when a Brit calls at 5AM, (which after all is a 'reasonable' 6AM on the East Coast, and already 11 AM in London), you can ask for a name & phone number and take it down. At your leisure you might then call this contact and ask for 5-7L for the trouble or a 'processing charge'. Sometimes they might even pay it if they're polite enough... Cheers, VJ
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