Thursday, February 22, 2007
Those sexy whales!
This is what happens sooner or later when you work on the phones. This didn't happen to me, it happened to my co-worker, my hilarious co-worker. The worst part is that you get such enjoyment out of the retelling of these stories, that in some sick way, you almost hope for them to happen just to break the monotony.
"Good afternoon, *name of organization*."
"Yes I wanna know what happened to da whale da whale fwom Fwee Willy what happened to da whale do you know where da whales are I love da whales I want to see da whales," and so on...
Several minutes elapse... I am typing letters and saying "Uh-huh".
"Da whales are so lovely don't you think dey are lovely and loveable and s--" this last word is unintelligible, but sounds like "sexy".
"Dey're lovely, aren't dey lovely?"
"Yes... they're lovely..."
"Dey're lovely and dey're loveable... and dey're SEXY!"
(Pausing briefly) "Sir, I have to let you go now, thank you for calling *name of orgainzation*."
(Louder) "Der sexy and der skin is so silky and I want to touch it because it's sexy."
"Thank you for calling, have a nice day, I have to go now."
(Louder and faster) "I want to touch dey sexy skin and I want to ride on dem wearing only a t-shirt! I want to ride da sexy whales!"
"I have to go! I have to let you go now!"
"I LOVE WHALES THEY ARE SEXY I WANT TO TOUCH DEY SKIN!"
"I have to let you go now! Goodbye!"