I saw Moonchild2007's thread and wanted to post a similar event without hijacking
So, without further ado:
At (cell phone company) I get a call from this guy. We'll call the guy Comrade Jerkinoff and the wife Blindina:
ME: May I please have your name?
COMRADE JERKINOFF: (gruff voice) Blindina
ME: Sir, you're obviously not Blindina (unless your parents hated you to the point I'm starting to). Let's try this again. What is your name?
COMRADE JERKINOFF: (grudgingly) Comrade Jerkinoff
ME: Thank you, Sir. (No notes indicate he is authorized)
I'm sorry, is Blindina available? You're not listed on the account. If I speak to her, I can have you listed.
COMRADE JERKINOFF: WHAT? That's IMPOSSIBLE!! I do all the paying, I answer all the questions. I should be able to DO ANYTHING TO THIS ACCOUNT!!
ME: I can't, Sir. I need to speak to Blindina.
COMRADE JERKINOFF: But she's my wife!
ME: (then I hope you have some redeeming qualities...like anything you urinate on becomes gold. Otherwise, please offer my sincerest condolences on your wife's obvious head trauma) I'm sorry, sir. If she's not there, I can't let you in.
Rant, rave, rinse, repeat. For all I know, she wised up and dumbed the idiot and now he wants revenge. Sorry, Pal. You're SOL.
So, without further ado:
At (cell phone company) I get a call from this guy. We'll call the guy Comrade Jerkinoff and the wife Blindina:
ME: May I please have your name?
COMRADE JERKINOFF: (gruff voice) Blindina
ME: Sir, you're obviously not Blindina (unless your parents hated you to the point I'm starting to). Let's try this again. What is your name?
COMRADE JERKINOFF: (grudgingly) Comrade Jerkinoff
ME: Thank you, Sir. (No notes indicate he is authorized)
I'm sorry, is Blindina available? You're not listed on the account. If I speak to her, I can have you listed.
COMRADE JERKINOFF: WHAT? That's IMPOSSIBLE!! I do all the paying, I answer all the questions. I should be able to DO ANYTHING TO THIS ACCOUNT!!
ME: I can't, Sir. I need to speak to Blindina.
COMRADE JERKINOFF: But she's my wife!
ME: (then I hope you have some redeeming qualities...like anything you urinate on becomes gold. Otherwise, please offer my sincerest condolences on your wife's obvious head trauma) I'm sorry, sir. If she's not there, I can't let you in.
Rant, rave, rinse, repeat. For all I know, she wised up and dumbed the idiot and now he wants revenge. Sorry, Pal. You're SOL.
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