tigreetsa -> RE: What Are You Thinking? (5/14/2010 6:26:33 PM)
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I get a series of phone calls from midnight. First call. Caller: Hello, is that the minicab. Me: No.. you've got a wrong number. Next call... Caller: Hello minicabs. I need a cab down to Twickenham. Me: I'm sorry, you've got the wrong number. Another call. Caller: Hello minicabs. I need a cab to take me to Twickenham. Me: I'm sorry. You've got the wrong number again. Caller: And you don't do minicabs? Me: This is a private flat. I don't even have a car. Yet another call. Caller: Hello minicabs. I need a cab to take me and my mates to Twickenham. Me: I'm sorry this is the wrong number. Please check the number. Caller: And you don't do minicabs? Me: No, this is a private flat. I'm not a mincab company. Again.... Caller: Hello. Minicabs? Me: No it's me. Caller: Look, I'm not trying to be funny, but every time I call for a cab you answer the phone. Me: You keep calling my number. I'm not a minicab company. This is a private flat. Caller: But all I want is a minicab to Twickenham. Do you know any minicab drivers? Me: You what? At 1am? No I don't. You need to check the number. Yet again.. Caller: Hello? Minicabs. Me: No. Not minicabs. Caller: It's you again? Will you stop f*cking about and get me someone who works in your office. Me: I got a better idea. Caller: What? Me: This is a private flat. I suggest you dial 999 and call a f*cking ambulance because you're too f*cking thick to order a f*cking cab. I slam the phone down Some people really are dense, dense, dense!!!!!
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