I mentioned in this post that I regret our choice of phone number. Here are two of MANY reasons why:
12:17 A.M. (as in, MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT) Brrrrrring!
Groggy Blogger: (croaks) Hello?
Drunken Idiot: Izzis Pizza Hut?
Groggy Blogger: No.
Drunken Idiot: Can you look up the number for Pizza Hut for me?
Groggy Blogger: No, I won't. You obviously didn't do such a great job looking it up yourself the first time, so you need to try again!
Sigh. I know I should have been more like Jesus, but it's hard when I'm rudely awakened. Here's another doozie:
Drunken Idiot: Izzis Pizza Hut?
Disgruntled Blogger: No.
Drunken Idiot: Can you go up to Pizza Hut and tell them that there's a hair in my pizza?
Big sigh. BIG, huffy, grumpy sigh.
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That is so funny. I mean. Not funny. Really annoying.
Our number is very similar to a temporary staffing agency. We get lots of calls. Now I just give out the number when they call.
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