Tuesday, December 02, 2008

I Enjoyed That Perhaps Just a Little Too Much

(It is morning in the Trueself household. N and TS are preparing to leave for the day. The phone rings)

TS: (grumbling) Who calls this early in the day?

(TS picks up the phone and sees on Caller ID that it is a credit card company with whom she has no credit card.)

TS: Hello?

Credit Card Guy (CCG) with strong Indian accent: May I speak to W please?

TS: I'm sorry he no longer lives here.

CCG: He is not at this number? Could I confirm the telephone number with you?

TS: Sure, it's [and I gave the phone number, and no, I'm not even coming close to giving it out here, but suffice to say it was a three digit area code, three digit local code, and four digit number so you go figure it out now]. Would you like his new number?

CCG: Hmm? Oh, okay sure. Hold on. . . (What did he need to do, go get a crayon and some paper? Doesn't he sit in front of a computer where he could just enter the information?) Yes, go ahead.

TS: Okay, it's [and I gave the phone number, and no, I'm not giving that one out either no matter how much I would love to share his number with the world so that he could receive harrassing phone calls at odd hours].

CCG: Do you know what time would be a good time to reach him?

TS: I'd say about anytime during the day (thinking to myself: since he doesn't work or anything)

CCG: So do you think this would be a good time to call him?

TS: (looking at watch, seeing that it is just after 8:00 a.m. and knowing W loves to sleep late, like 10:00 or so) Absolutely! I think this would be a very good time to call him.

CCG: Okay, I will get this in the database today. It may take up to 24 hours for this change to be recorded in the database so please ignore any further calls you may receive from Credit Card Co. in the next 24 hours.

(TS hangs up phone.)

N: Who was that?

TS: Just someone looking for your dad.

N: Who?

TS: I don't know. Just someone with a heavy Indian accent that made it hard to understand.

N: Dad's dating an Indian?

TS: No, Dad has Q. He wouldn't have more than one girlfriend at a time.

N: Q does. She's got a very bestest friend who's a guy and isn't Dad.

TS: Hmm, well I don't know about any of that (and thinking to myself that there can be a big difference between best friends and lovers so it may be nothing anyway), but no this was a business call not anyone Dad is dating.

(The scene ends as TS and N leave the house to begin their day.)

I will be speaking to W today and if I don't get adequate answers and cooperation, I will be speaking with my attorney forthwith.

6 comments:

Cocotte said...

Yup, that was priceless!

King of New York Hacks said...

I concur. $$$$

joeflirt said...

I liked the whole CCG thing.

But as to "bestest friends" being just friends, I still fall back on the old, "No man can be friends with a woman he finds attractive."
(When Harry Met Sally)

Serenity said...

I felt uncomfortable reading what N said about Q's "bestest friend." Feels like TMI for a kid to be knowing that, I don't know why. That whole situation has a high ick factor for me, and yes i know it's none of my business. Nevertheless. As long as N is cool and comfortable with the setup i guess that's all that matters.

Trueself said...

Cocotte - Priceless moments like that are few and far between, and I savor each one that comes my way.

King - Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for your support.

Joe - So glad to see you back in circulation again my friend. Yeah, that friends thing is tricky.

Serenity - I felt uncomfortable hearing N tell me about it. That was near the top of my laundry list of issues I discussed with W when I finally got him on the phone last night. We talked a lot about boundaries and taking N's best interests as an extremely high priority.

Actually, there's a whole post in last night's phone conversation so instead of writing in a comment here I should go right a real post about it.

Trueself said...

For pity sakes, I know it's "write a post" and not "right a post."

You'd think I was sum redneck from the sticks or sumthin'.