My Y'all job has come in handy with dealing with jerks. There is nothing so satisfying as being ultra polite to some jackass who is flying off the handle because he is inconvenienced by having to drive an extra half mile to pick up his truck, only because his desired location still has a collapsed roof after Hurricane Irene.
This particular life skill came in handy on Monday when I sorted through the litany of soon-to-be homeless callers who left articulate messages asking me to call them back. And might I say, this week's crop was much more pleasant.
When I got to Ms. Tyler, I listened to the voice mail one last time before calling her. She was one of the more articulate, but it is always best to make sure I have her name and number correct before dialing the phone (one of the really cool things about Southern etiquette: if I can't catch the last name, I can add "Mr." or "Ms." to a first name and be considered polite--Ms. Patty or Mr. Todd are just as acceptable as Mr. Jones or Ms. Smith).
Now then, back to Ms. Tyler.
I called Ms. Tyler and inquired if the person who answered the phone happened to be her.
She barked, "Yes it is! I don't know who y'all are, but y'all need to stop calling me. Have I made myself clear? Don't call me again."
I replied, "I am terribly sorry to have troubled you. I was under the impression you had called me inquiring about one of my homes for rent."
And as I was hanging up, I heard her yell, "Wait! Don't hang up."
To which, I did anyway.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
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3 comments:
I did the exact same thing to a person calling to set up a job interview once. Their number was very close to a creditor who had been calling my house non-stop for 2 days looking for "Martha" and refusing to believe that I was not her! Needless to say I never got the interview. LOL
Oddly enough, this woman's name was Martha Tyler.
Oh... but maybe she could have been a future renter. Then again, you prob wouldn't want her.
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