So, I’ve been sick as a dog all day… Actually, I’ve been worse. I guess that’d make me as sick as whatever the dog caught it’s original illness from. Or something. All I know is that my bucket and my bathroom are my friends.
And telemarketers are not.
At a very inconvenient time, I got a call from Sears checking up on my satisfaction with something or another… I wasn’t paying much attention, because just at that moment, I realized that I was about to blow beets. Lose my lunch. Toss my cookies. Review my breakfast choices, have a technicolor moment, chunder, puke, whatever you want to call it… I’d picked the wrong time to answer the phone.
Or they’d picked the wrong time to call me.
I heard a voice on the line saying “We’re calling because you’ve done business with us recently, and we’d like to ask you a few questions about the quality of service you’ve received…”
I don’t know what questions they were going to ask. All I had time to say was, “Hold on a minute…” and then everything let loose. I don’t know what it sounded like to them, but to me it felt like my feet were trying to climb up through my body and out my throat. It went on for a week or so of relative time, followed by a coughing fit…
Then a meek voice from the phone saying, “Um… Sir?”
I think I managed to croak something about them not calling back before I hung up…
You know, in retrospect, it’s kind of funny…