Came home this afternoon after covering a sick friend's shift at the store and found a message on my answering machine from an older gentleman named Vernon Mullins. The thing is, that's all he said: "This is Vernon Mullins at (phone number)" and then he hung up.
Now, the thing that gets me is, I called him back. This either illustrates that I am a nice guy or that I have way too much free time on my hands - you choose.
I get Vernon on the phone and he then proceeded to ask me about his power bill. Turns out that Vernon got overcharged and the phone number that the power company has printed on their bills is one digit off from mine. I'm surprised this hasn't happened before. Okay, easy mistake to make. No problem. Got that ironed out for him.
The thing that pissed me off is that he kept calling me "Ma'am." I tried to correct Vernon several times and said that I was a man, but he kept calling me "Ma'am." I even said "My name is ROBERT. I'm not a ma'am, I'm a man!" Which, I guess if you have a hearing problem like Vernon seemed to, sounds like I'm saying "I'm not a ma'am, I'm a ma'am!" Geez, I know my voice does not sound that effeminate. At least, I hope it doesn't (I can just hear my brothers-in-law and my best friend giggling in glee at that one).
~Rob THE MAN!
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