Hung Up On A Hang up

| Working | May 28, 2013

(I’m 16 years old and at home when I get a phone call; my mom isn’t home from work yet.)

Caller: “Hello, this is [name] from [company]. Is a Mrs. [mother’s name] home?”

Me: “Sorry, she’s not in at the moment.”

Caller: “Can you tell me when she’ll be back?”

Me: “I don’t know, sorry. I’ll take a message if you want. What was your name?”

Caller: “It doesn’t matter; just tell me when she’ll be back.”

Me: “I’m sorry; I don’t know. Just call back in two hours or so. Bye.”

(I promptly hang up; although slightly rude, telemarketers usually don’t bother calling again. A minute later, the phone rings again from the same caller.)

Caller: “Excuse me! What the f*** do you think you’re doing?! Your mother specifically wanted me to call her today! Why the f*** did you hang up!”

Me: “Well you didn’t want to tell me your name or leave a message, so how would I have known what you wanted?”

Caller: “F*** you! Who the f*** do you think you are?! Your mother has been waiting for this very important call!”

Me: “Well, I told you to call back in roughly two hours if it’s that important. Goodbye.”

(I hang up again, and don’t expect anything more, but sure enough, the phone rings again a minute later.)

Caller: “I’ve had enough of your s*** you little c***! I should come round to your house and f***ing slap you silly!”

Me: “Stop using that language. This call is recorded right? Can I speak to your supervisor?”

Caller: “Well clearly you f***ing can’t! F*** you!” *hangs up*

(I stopped short of calling the police, though the guy could easily have known my address from our phone number because we aren’t unlisted. Not surprisingly, when I asked my mother she’d never heard of the guy!)

1 Thumbs
1,455