So we were cleaning the house in a fervor yesterday afternoon when the phone rang, and I was greeted by the Ass PAC that’s been calling everyday for weeks.
I was already irritable after the bank appointment, so I launched into the lady, asking her to take us off their calling list.
“Well, in all due respect to Chef,” she said, with about as rich a condescension as I myself can generate, “may I please speak to him to make sure that he wants off our action list?”
Oh, sure. CHEF, DO YOU WANT THESE PEOPLE TO STOP CALLING US?
Who?
THE FUCKING CITIZENNNES, THE FUCKING SACTION, SITTIZENNS, THIS FUCKING, GOD DAMN IT TAKE THE FUCKING PHONE AWAY FROM ME.
Please take us off your list. Thank you.
Cool down, look at your caller ID and don’t answer the phone—except when it is me, of course :)
We get calls from Arnet clinic, for some lady who obviously doesn’t live here. It’s been going on for YEARS. I even went in to their office and spoke with someone about it.
Be careful with those PAC people, they’re crazy sometimes.
I ain’t ever messin’ with you.