Blood Pressure Go Up, Blood Pressure Go Down
(I’m calling to clarify information on a form this guy sent in.)
Caller: “Do you realize I’m on the ‘Do Not Call During Dinner’ list!?”
Me: “Sir, I’m sorry that–”
Caller: “You f***ing insurance agents! Do you realize that [another insurance company] totally f***ed me over?! Do you realize how much money they cost me? Those f***ing guys got put in jail and now I have to pay more money!”
Me: “Sir, this has nothing to do with–”
Caller: “I do not like being sold things during dinner!”
Me: “Sir, I am not trying to sell you anything–”
Caller: “All you f***ing insurance people just want to roll me over and sodomize me!”
Me: “Sir, this is on behalf of your existing company, and it’s regarding a form you yourself sent in. I have it in front of me now and I just had a few questions.”
Caller: *totally friendly* “Oh! Well, why didn’t you say so?”













