December 20, 2001 :: 11:44 a.m.
I do not want a cell phone
I just had a nice conversation with a Jamaican telemarketer. He wanted to give me a cell phone. I think he was assuming that I'm an actual job-holding, bill-paying adult of some sort, which of course I am not. Too bad for him. He was fun to talk to, though, because he had a cool accent. If it had been some normal guy I probably would have just hung up on him.
So I didn't go to the dentist this morning. I overslept. It doesn't really make much difference, I suppose, because I would have run out of gas on the way there anyway. I do need to call and make another appointment, though. My tooth hurts way more than it has a right to, and we just can't tolerate that kind of violation 'round these here parts.
Yhuck, yhuck, yhuck.
Edited at 12:56 p.m. What is it with me and telemarketers today? After the Jamaican man, AT&T called. And just a few minutes ago, this scary southern woman called to offer me a vacation to Tennessee. I do not want to go to Tennessee. Ever. I told her that I wasn't interested, to which she responded that I must be planning to take a vacation somewhere within the next 12 months. No, but thank you, I said. So you're not planning to take a vacation at all in the next 12 months? No. *silence* Oh, okay, thank you for your time. Yep, bye.
To all the telemarketers out there - what did I ever do to you? Stop calling me!
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