Telephone tag, round 6

So, the telephone rings at 8:45 a.m. on Sunday and it’s the same computer voice.

This time, however, it says something like, “we have a very important call for you. I’ll connect you.”

And a human voice comes on, asking for Jaime mumble mumble mumble.

The accent’s thick enough that I cannot make out anything after “Jaimie,” even when he repeats himself. I say that there’s no one at this number with that name, and the caller says “thank you” and hangs up.

Four or five calls to the wrong number. Way to go, Jaimie. If I ever run into you, you’ll be walking funny for weeks.

Moving on to Tuesday, phone rings at 10 a.m. Computer voice says, “Congratulations. You’ve won a free trip to the Bahamas.”

Click.

Eat my shorts.

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Day of the Morons

Telephone woke me up 9 a.m.-ish this morning (after I got to sleep around 3 a.m.). A computer voice said something like “please stay on the line for an important message.”

And it put me on hold. Hung up, said colorful metaphors.

Got back from afternoon errands to find the same computer had talked to my answering machine, which recorded hold-music for a minute, then hung up.

Dear bleeping-stupid company:

If I call you and get put on hold, that’s OK. Your incoming lines are probably very busy.

You call me, there better be a carbon-based unit ready to talk to me. You don’t get to insult me with your computer and on-hold.

Otherwise, bleep-off.


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