I slammed the phone down, angry at being fooled into talking to a robot. How could I tell him we’re not interested when he can’t hear me?
Elections created their own circus-like atmosphere. The nearing presidential vote brought on its own flurry of media frenzy. I was trying to move and I had a circus of my own. My husband had made a donation of a small check to one of the political parties. Almost immediately, our phone’s ringing added to the chaos of moving.
“Hello.”
Pause
“Is James there?”
“Who’s calling?”
He started his pitch, while I realized that I was talking to a member of the aforementioned political party. No, I take that back. I was talking to a recording of a party member.
Each day the same disturbance repeated itself. I admit that the identical recording caught me off guard several times before I realized it, making me even madder. Morning, noon, and night, my new “friend” called to bug me.
I finally decided not to answer, but later learned I’d missed an important call. After a while I recognized a significant pause after saying “hello” during which interval, I hung up.
Several weeks of continuous calls followed. I started to notice a live voice on the line, which registered as an improvement. I stated, “My husband is not available.” Click.
The day arrived when my packing activities wore me out. So much so, my mood was ripe for trouble as I dragged my weary legs to answer the phone.
“HELLO!”
“Hello, Ma’am. My name is Sam Edwards and I’m with the _________________Party. How are things out your way?”
“Things are great with us. However, we’ve had so many calls from you folks, we’re considering changing parties.”
“Sorry, Ma’am,” he uttered in a sheepish tone. “I’ll take your name off the call list immediately.”
Now why hadn’t I thought of that earlier?
Dianna
Sharing the Fruit of Maturity
