Rebekah: "That was a funny blog. You should write more."
k
Done.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Why I Hate Phones
Today, Rebekah asked me a question:
"Why do you hate phones? Did you get traumatized by a ton of prank calls as a kid?"
At the time, I gave a short answer:
"Phones are satanic abominations."
Now, I shall give a longer answer in the form of a short (but true) story:
For the past who-knows-how-long (since I turned 18) I've received occasional calls from some military recruiter who wants to recruit me into the military or something. Basically, it's annoying, and I don't know how to handle him.
Anyways, I answered the phone today and the person I was talking to said something like "Hi Alex", told me his name (which I didn't recognize), and sounded almost exactly like the aforementioned military recruiter. (After all, who else that you don't know would be able to call you by name at the start of a conversation?) Being the kind of person who's afraid to hang up on any phone call whatsoever (just ask my parents), I continued on with the conversation. He said a sentence asking for something or other but all I got out of it were phrases such as "Elder West" and "I need some information" and "can I talk to your Mom or Dad?"
Too confused to form a proper response (for one, I still thought he was the recruiter; for two, I thought he was referring to me as "Elder West") I decided that it would be best to follow his instructions and give the phone to one of my parental units. However, it turned out my Dad was gone (at the fireside) and that my Mom was in the bathroom. She was on her phone talking to somebody else at the time, and I told her it was a military recruiter. She declined to talk.
After some dithering about wondering what to do, I finally asked "Wait. Who is this?"
It turned out he was just somebody from the Singles branch or whatever and wanted to know Andrew's mailing address and return date.
That was embarrassing.
(Feel free to insert the expletives of your choice here (ie "Holy cats!" or "Dargleschnikees!").)
"Why do you hate phones? Did you get traumatized by a ton of prank calls as a kid?"
At the time, I gave a short answer:
"Phones are satanic abominations."
Now, I shall give a longer answer in the form of a short (but true) story:
For the past who-knows-how-long (since I turned 18) I've received occasional calls from some military recruiter who wants to recruit me into the military or something. Basically, it's annoying, and I don't know how to handle him.
Anyways, I answered the phone today and the person I was talking to said something like "Hi Alex", told me his name (which I didn't recognize), and sounded almost exactly like the aforementioned military recruiter. (After all, who else that you don't know would be able to call you by name at the start of a conversation?) Being the kind of person who's afraid to hang up on any phone call whatsoever (just ask my parents), I continued on with the conversation. He said a sentence asking for something or other but all I got out of it were phrases such as "Elder West" and "I need some information" and "can I talk to your Mom or Dad?"
Too confused to form a proper response (for one, I still thought he was the recruiter; for two, I thought he was referring to me as "Elder West") I decided that it would be best to follow his instructions and give the phone to one of my parental units. However, it turned out my Dad was gone (at the fireside) and that my Mom was in the bathroom. She was on her phone talking to somebody else at the time, and I told her it was a military recruiter. She declined to talk.
After some dithering about wondering what to do, I finally asked "Wait. Who is this?"
It turned out he was just somebody from the Singles branch or whatever and wanted to know Andrew's mailing address and return date.
That was embarrassing.
(Feel free to insert the expletives of your choice here (ie "Holy cats!" or "Dargleschnikees!").)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)