Today I received a phone call at work on my cell phone.
It’s important at this point to note 2 things.
1. I usually do not answer my personal cell phone at work.
2. I rarely answer phone numbers I do not recognize. YES I’m a screener, I do it. No I don’t owe anyone money, I just don’t like to talk to people without being prepared. I also hate the “pop in.”
So when my phone vibrated on my desk answering was very out of character for me. The female on the other end asked for me by name, her pleasant demeanor dripping with intention.
It had to be THE call. Publishers Clearing House calling to let me know I was a winner. But I had never filled out anything from Publishers Clearing House.
My trance was broken by the cheery voice on the other end letting me know she was glad she had reached me.
Huh. Why was she happy to talk to me? Did she want me to donate to something? I didn’t have any friggin’ money. No way was I going to bake a cake for anything!
That’s not what she wanted.
Her name was Melanie.
She was calling me from a shoe store I had just made a return at.
Oh. How nice of her. They must have given me the wrong change and they owe me $150. They have a free give-a-way for special customers and want to give me shoes. They held a contest and I was entered and I won $150 and free shoes!
She wanted to know if I was satisfied with how I was treated during my transaction.
Are you kidding me?
On second thought I do have something to donate.
A huge ASS THROAT PUNCH!
Let me tell you BO/GO loving, back to school bandwagon annoyances something about me. If I was unhappy with your service I would have let you know in that moment.
That. Very. Moment.
And I would have hit you with a mild throat slap, no harm done.
But now, because you have wasted my time and made me think I was winning something I have to dig out the big guns.
I’m taking my shoes off for this one.
Because I have none. I had to return them yo.
GAWD. Keep up!