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Friday, February 16, 2007Take My Wife...PleaseSo I had to listen in on a stupid phone call last night. Make that two stupid phone calls. Eric had made an appointment with one of these "we'll train you how to be an Internet Marketing Guru" companies, and naturally they want "the wife" to listen in on the call, just in case the hubby gets all excited about investing thousands of dollars that he doesn't have. If the wife's in on the call, she can't cry "foul." I was inexpressibly happy about this, as you can imagine. The call was already underway when I shuffled into the family room and flopped onto the easy chair. "My wife just walked into the room," Eric announced to his phone buddy. "I'm going to put you on speaker phone." Lovely. So I said my hellos amidst eye-rolls and dramatic facial expressions. It was fairly clear that I was attending this phone meeting under duress. And it didn't take me long to get a little....sassy. Just a little. It wasn't that bad; I mean, I did make the guy laugh a few times. But Eric kept slapping me on the leg and mouthing for me to behave myself. Moi? Misbehave? The call ended with a promise from Phone Buddy that his supervisor would be calling us in a few minutes to go over the details. Translation: Hard sell. So I braced myself, and when the phone rang I plastered on an engineered smile so that my greeting might sound at least slightly personable. "And Jill, it's good to meet you," said Phone Buddy Number Two. "Carlson tells me that you're quite a firecracker." A firecracker?? Okay, so this guy warns his supervisor that Mr. Boehme's wife is "quite a firecracker." Fair enough. But why the heck did the supervisor tell me that? You should have seen Eric's face. Moments later, Eric accidentally hung up on the guy whilst reaching for his glass of red wine. I think I flustered him. Phone Buddy Number Two called right back, and he and Eric went on for a few more minutes, with the occasional "yep" from me. Finally Eric got up to grab a pen so that he could write down the guy's extension number. That's when he tripped over the space heater and fell headlong onto the floor in front of the sofa. And accidentally hung up on the guy again. I could hardly breathe. It was absolutely the most ridiculous spectacle I had seen all day. And Phone Buddy Number Two, undaunted, called a third time, assuming that Eric's cell phone had dropped. "No, it's not the phone," Eric said, "It's me. I got up to write your number down and tripped over the heater and fell." Why did Eric tell him all that, you ask? Good question. I think that, by that point, it just didn't matter anymore. His firecracker-of-a-wife had already embarrassed him, so what did it matter if Phone Buddy Number Two knew about the space heater mishap? I'm taking bets that Eric will never ask me to attend another stupid phone meeting. Mission accomplished. |
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9of my readers are feeling chatty:
LOLOLOL!! Ooh, I'm sorry Eric, that made me laugh out loud! :-D
Vince and I did one of those calls a few years ago, they lost interest pretty quickly when we told them we had absolutely NO money for the "tuition". :-P
Sorry, I am not sorry for laughing my head off at that! ;o)
I am laughing so hard I am now wheezing.(I have this cough/cold thing going on.)
Oh my word!! Why can I see this happening in my head? I was literally laughing out loud. I'm Sorry , Eric but that was funny!!!
Rachel
Next time I am teling them I am SINGLE!
:)
HAR HAR HARRRRRRRR!!!
He flies through the air with the greatest of ease... it's the landing that needs work! he he he
LMSO! That's all I can say at this point.
I wonder why Dave didn't mention that he walked square into the very clean sliding glass door on Saturday. Then...was all bent out of shape that we were all CRACKING up at it.
That would be because I post my comment before my graceful act.
In all fairness, Chris (my sister) had done a fantastic job of cleaning the glass door. It usually has Bear prints and or colored paint all over it.
It was so clean, I thought it was open.
Where's the camcorder when you need it?
Yeah, I was bent out of shape, but with all the goo that has been going on lately, my patience has been a bit beyond threadbare.
Did you know a bird crapped on our wall? ;)
Why was I not there? The whole time this was going on I was out waiting for the call to end.
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