tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841230884541540054.post3217250619179935183..comments2010-10-11T16:56:25.444-05:00Comments on WRITING FOR GOD'S GLORY: Thank You, Mr. Bell, But You Can Have Your Phone Back.Judy Vandiverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04944373739732903661noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841230884541540054.post-24312423936032921772009-09-25T14:29:21.286-05:002009-09-25T14:29:21.286-05:00Grodgers, What a smart idea and so much shorter th...Grodgers, What a smart idea and so much shorter than my spill about the toe migraine. Ha ha.Judy Vandiverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04944373739732903661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841230884541540054.post-85695368904738605172009-09-25T14:23:04.640-05:002009-09-25T14:23:04.640-05:00OK, two comments. The first, I don't have thi...OK, two comments. The first, I don't have this problem any more because we cancelled the land line and only use cell phones. It's wonderful. <br /><br />But, in the day when we did have a land line a friend of mine whose husband was a carpet cleaner received a call from someone wanting to clean her carpets. She said, "Oh, that is what my husband does for a living." The person laughed and said, "I guess you don't need us then." So... we got this great idea, that no matter who calls, THAT is what our husband does.grodgersnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841230884541540054.post-2840201464255712032009-09-25T13:33:19.282-05:002009-09-25T13:33:19.282-05:00Carol, I too, have been called names by telemarket...Carol, I too, have been called names by telemarketers. The one that stands out in my memory was the one who told me she needed to speak to my husband about a private and personal matter. When he heard her start her spill as a telemarketer, he handed the phone back to me. <br /><br />"Why did you say this was personal when you're trying to sell something?" I asked. <br /><br />She screamed the "B" word at me and hung up. <br /><br />I'm sorry you didn't get your free watch, but something tells me those diamonds weren't real. :-)Judy Vandiverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04944373739732903661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841230884541540054.post-21253060906128842472009-09-25T13:28:32.203-05:002009-09-25T13:28:32.203-05:00Katherine, don't you also hate the automated v...Katherine, don't you also hate the automated voice that tells you to please hold for an important message? Not only have they interrupted my day, but they want me to stand there and hold the phone until the next available operator is ready. I don't think so.... I usually hang up. Recently, however, I stayed on the line to see what it was about. When the operator came on the line, she started her spill about how they could lower my interest rate on my Discover card. My response: "Since I don't have a Discover card, and therefore no interest rate to pay, does this mean that if I apply for a card, you'll actually pay me interest every time I make a purchase on the card?" The lady hung up.Judy Vandiverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04944373739732903661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841230884541540054.post-21807737365742726122009-09-25T12:22:54.770-05:002009-09-25T12:22:54.770-05:00Oh, Judy, I hope you do give that answer to a tele...Oh, Judy, I hope you do give that answer to a telemarketer, and I hope you tell us what happens.<br /><br />My best telephone story was a telemarketer who began by telling me I had won a diamond watch. Why I didn't just hang up like I usually do, I don't know, but I said OK and continued to confirm my address (which he already had) for delivery.<br /><br />Now, he said, we're going to also send you a free magazine subscription. So I chose one of magazine selections.<br /><br />Believe it or not, he continued, we're going to give you a second free subscription. So I made another choice.<br /><br />Now, all you have to do is buy one magazine subscription. When I replied that I was not going to buy any magazines, he assured me it would cost only pennies a day.<br /><br />I said no.<br /><br />"But," his voice began to get a little nasty, "it's less than a cup of coffee a day."<br /><br />No.<br /><br />Voice is now decidedly nasty, "Don't tell me you can't afford a few cents a day!" I wondered where he bought coffee. Or maybe it was his math skills that weren't quite right.<br /><br />When I replied, "No, I'm not buying any magazines" he shouted, "Cheap!" into the phone and hung up. I was left asking the dead line, "Does this mean I don't get my diamond watch?"<br /><br />And apparently that's what it meant--the watch never arrived, but I had a laugh at his expense.<br />CarolAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6841230884541540054.post-71094343163612433842009-09-25T12:13:48.644-05:002009-09-25T12:13:48.644-05:00My pet hate is the "caller" who isn'...My pet hate is the "caller" who isn't even human--or even alive. Usually these are telemarketer recordings (which kick in even when answered by voice mail, which usually means you get a VM message with the front end cut off, or--in some programmer's genius attempt to avoid that--thirty seconds of silence when you do pick up in person). But I have also picked up the phone to hear fax-line noises and nothing else.<br /><br />And I once got a political-survey call where, after having politely answered the first few questions (which held no interest for me whatsoever), I lost patience and asked if the survey taker hadn't exhausted the list yet. (No time estimate had been provided up front.) She said, "I'm afraid it'll take another ten minutes." Whereupon I replied, "No, it won't," and hung up on her.Katherinehttp://newsongsfromtheheart.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com