Tango
Phonecall. Let us pretend for a moment that my husband's name is John Smith.



Male voice on the othe end: "Hello, Mrs Smith?"



Tango, expecting a telemarketer, since nobody else would refer to her as "Mrs Smith": "Yeeees? Who is this?"



Male voice (MV): "Is John home?"



Tango (T): "May I ask who's calling?"



MV: "A friend. Is John home?"



T: "What friend?"



MV: "John's friend. Is he home?"



T: "What's your name?"



MV: "John knows my name."



T: "Still, could you tell me so I know?"



MV: "I'm John's friend, okay?! When will he be home?"



T: "If you don't give me your name, I can't tell you that."



MV: "I'm John's friend, he has lots of friends - when will he be home?"



T: "What is this about?"



MV: "The purpose of my call is to talk to John, ALL RIGHT?! Now tell me when he's going to be home so I can call him back!"



T: "Not unless you give me your name."



MV: "All right, my name is Jamie, now when will he be home?"



T: "Nice try."



MV: "Look, I gave you my name, what else do you want, the name of my current girlfriend, what?"



T: "Good-bye."





.......



Okay, what the HELL was that? My husband, who was as baffled as I am, says has no friends by the name of Jamie, let alone ones who refer to me as "Mrs Smith" and are rude on the phone. A telemarker would have no problem telling me his name and the purpose of his call. An acquaintance would introduce himself also.



Bizarre...

@настроение: weirded out