Y'know, every once in a while, my smart mouth serves me well, like the time an unidentified male caller asked for "Laqueesha" to which I informed "there is no one here by that name". He then asked my name and said I "sounded cute".
"You want to know my name?"
Yes.
So, I said, in a low tone at a volume just above a whisper, "I'm your worst nightmare."
A long pause followed by a "sorry, wrong number" was the response, along with a dial tone.
Freakin' out the phone perv? One of my proudest moments.
2 comments:
Way to go. I give telemarketers HELL !
Is that sirens I hear?
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