ring ring

Carmelites ... may I help you?

(silence)

Hello ... hello?

Oh, hello. May I please speak to Mr. or Mrs. Monastery?

I'm sorry, there's nobody here by that name.

Oh. I must have the wrong number.

Yep.

Comments

[Mom Murphy]

I needed a laugh today---it happened, you're not kidding?

[brtom]

yep ... verbatim ... and it's not the first time ... it's funny, too, when they can't pronounce the name of the person they're trying to hit ...

in fact, even with this one today ... they were asking for Mr. or Mrs. MonASStery ...

we've been getting hammered by telemarketers all day today and yesterday ... what's up with that?

[Mom Murphy]

Telemarketers? Christmas is coming!!

[ms]

Maybe you should offer them some scripture readings, or a "trial" mass ... a few sacraments here or there once they have met the necesary requiremments to join the "exclusive" membership of the Church (I guess I am being sacreligious, perhaps god will smote me dead or worse yet, set upon me a plague of telemarketers). My poor daughter would cringe at all this ...

[brtom]

ah ... Christmas ... mom, don't mean "The Holiday Season"?

yes, ms ... a plague of telemarketers ... much much worse than locusts

[Amy Lester]

When I worked at a retirement home in college, I was in the elevator with someone's dinner tray when the phone rang. I managed to answer it while juggling the tray, and it was a telemarketer. She wanted to know how I was enjoying my subscription to the Tribune. I told her she'd called the ELEVATOR at a RETIREMENT HOME, but she didn't believe me until we reached my floor and she heard the "ding!" :)