I am learning to hate the ability to tell where a phone call SHOULD be coming from
Give me the good old days when you didn’t have a clue who was going to be on the other end of the phone until you starting talking with each other. My number one reason is to chase down people who would prefer to not speak with me but I want to speak with them. My number two reason happened again today. My cell rings and the screen shows a number with a weird area code and then I see it says El Paso, TX. To the best of my knowledge I do not know anyone today who lives in or near El Paso. I’m expecting it to be the little gal who always starts out by saying, “You know, you are harder to get ahold of than the last jelly bean in the bottom of the jar….and I have learned your car warranty has expired………………………….
It wasn’t Miss Jelly Bean. It was a young lady who has just purchased a house about 25 miles from where I am sitting and wants to make sure she builds a fence in the correct place. We had a nice conversation leading to one more job on the list. Her surname is really uncommon in this area so I doublechecked on how she pronounced it. It turns out her husband is the nephew of another fellow with the same surname for whom I did a survey about three months ago. One of two brothers tired of everyone mispronouncing the name so he decided to not worry about it and go with the majority.
This reminded me of the Tony Dorsett circumstance. When he was a college football phenom he was Tony DOOR-sut but when he hit the pros he was Tony door-SETT.
Back to the issue at hand. I would rather be curious than mislead.
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