vacation … as if

Emma got a phone call last night (while I was out) from a telemarketer who asked to speak to me. Em said that I was out, but offered to take a message, being polite and everything, so the telemarketer asked to speak to my wife. Repressing the urge to say, “who the hell do you think I am?” Emma continued to be polite and said that it was indeed her (for it was she). The marketer asked whether we are interested in vacations in Wisconsin, which Em silenced with “I’m sorry, but we’re vacationing in Europe this year”. La-di-dah, but judging by the silence on the other end, pretty effective.

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