At midnight a couple of days ago an angry Welsh man phoned my house.
“Is that Lynn?” He said.
“Yes,” I replied. Lynn is, after all, my name.
“Where the … [rants something about a phone in a barely decipherable accent],” said he.
“Excuse me, who am I speaking to?” I asked.
“[confusing angry rant]“ he said, Welshly.
“I think you’ve got the wrong number.”
“Is this not the Patrick house?”
“No.”
“Oh right…”
“And you didn’t have to be so rude to whichever poor person you were trying to speak to,” I said haughtily, then hastily put the phone down in fear of retribution.
Two minutes later the phone rang again.
“Lynn”
*sigh* “Yes, this is Lynn, but not the Lynn you’re trying to speak to.”
“Oh sorry darlin’.”
Darlin’?! Is this old Welsh man not angry about a young upstart like me telling him to be more polite? Perhaps I’ve really got through to him, perhaps he’s realised the error of his ways. Perhaps the Lynn that he knows will have a better life all because of me.
Perhaps – more likely – he couldn’t understand my accent either.
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Rachel England // February 3, 2008 at 5:01 pm |
For the last three years I’ve been getting infrequent phone calls from a company looking for a Mr Gil.
After the first six or seven calls, I asked what company they were calling from, and they said Mercedes Benz, which I found rather funny as this ‘Mr Gil’ has clearly done a runner on a credit deal or something.
Anyway, I had another one last week and after repeating the same spiel about having the wrong number, I hung up, only for them to call back immediately and tell me that if I didn’t pass the phone to Mr Gil they’d go to the police. I then told them that if they didn’t stop harassing me then I’D go to the police, and hung up.
They then rang back asking to speak to MRS Gil in order to apologise to her for their misconduct.
*SIGH*
Ailsa Roberts // February 12, 2008 at 10:53 pm |
Lynn’s used the wrong grammar but claims it’s alright because she was correcting the morals of a nation instead.