I imagine you share with me the intense irritation caused by the massive number of opportunistic phone calls you get at home on Sunday's or mid week in the evening when you are just about to settle down to a bottle of wine. People wanting to sell you this that or the other thing. Swiftly followed by someone from BT offering call blocking services. Well, it used to annoy me, but we have a new secret weapon for dealing with the intrusion. We hand the phone to Hen, our 12 year old daughter, of whom you may have heard previously. Typical conversation transcript follows:
Yes?? No, this is Henrietta. I'm not the owner of the house. I'm the daughter.
(Can I speak to your mother?)
No. She left me.
(Well, can I speak to your father?)
No. He left me too.
And from there it generally just get's worse. Half an hour of random conversation later you know that that guy isn't going to bother you again.
We could do with Hen in the office actually. Four calls today from someone asking to speak to Bernstein's CEO. Quite apart from the fact that she's based in New York I'm not sure she really wants to be cold-called on the subject of our photocopying machines.
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