Picture the scene. The Goblin is typing miserably away at her desk, because she has a word count to hit. The phone rings. The Goblin answers it.
“Company name, Goblin speaking, can I help you”
Strange Woman:(faint whisper) “mumble speak mumble mumble”
Goblin: “Sorry, who are you looking for?”
Strange Woman: “HUH?”
Goblin: “Who. are. you. looking. for?”
Strange Woman: “WHAT?!”
Goblin: “WHO ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?”
Strange Woman: “Some random name”
Goblin: “I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong number”
Strange Woman: “Oh.” (hangs up)
I hate having to repeat myself. Hate it was a bloody passion. You know why? Because if people LISTENED the first time, I wouldn’t have to waste my time repeating myself. And then she still hangs up on me as if I’ve wasted her time.
Then again, if people listened properly and wrote the number down correctly in the first place maybe I wouldn’t have to deal with wrong numbers. I assume this is the problem because not all of them could have fingers that are too big for the number pad.
You know what I can do about this?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
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You said “her”, Goblin is a female?!
*slaps forehead for assuming a testosterone presence with the He-Man pic*
It happens
Lol.
I feel your pain. Repetition, stupidity and FFE (fat finger error) are some of many banes of my existence. So many banes…
He-Man had me assuming wrongly also
The banes never actually end do they?
He-man tends to have that effect…maybe I should draw a skirt on him…but then people might assume I’m a cross dressing bodybuilder…oh dear.
my mom has a novel way to deal with wrong numbers… her company’s number and a nearby hospital differ by 1 digit so she gets it often… they ask for a doctor so-n-so and she says “certainly, please hold” and either puts them through to someone who’s annoying her right then, or hangs up. she’s tired of arguing and explaining!
lol, that’s awesome! Your mom rocks dude