Guilty PleasuresYou know, those little things you do when nobody else is around. OK so some of them are rude, but we reckon there are a whole lot more innocent ones out there: my g/f this morning admitted to climbing the stairs on all fours when I wasn't around, and loving it...
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chthonic, Thu 7 Apr 2005, 9:11)
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All the other telesales ones reminded me of this-True story. I remember it word for word.
Telesales (male indian accent): Hello, is there a [dad's name (my dad's been divorced for about 12 years now)] there?
Me: No sorry, he's dead.
Telesales: I am ever so sorry. (in the most insincere tone) What about a [mum's name]?
Me: She's dead too. Funny story really; they both were crushed by the same steamroller. Well, maybe not funny. Tragic. Yeah, that's the word.
Telesales: I am ever so sorry. Is there anyone over 18?
Me: Nope. Just me. Alone. No-one to love. Every night I eat a cold can of 12p beans and cry myself to sleep.
Telesales: Err.. err.. sorry... err... [pause] can I interest you in changing your telephone company?
Me: To ring where? HEAVEN? *sob sob sob*
Telesales: Err... errr.. umm... err... goodbye
*beeep*
I am a sick fuck. :)
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Naive Amoeba Bored Cig, Wed 13 Apr 2005, 9:54,
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