If I Get One More Call, I’m Gonna Crack!

I had been dealing with telemarketers all day long, and I thought, “If that phone rings one more time…”

Not five minutes later, it rang. I answered it, and they wanted to try to sell me some insurance. I just happened to have an old short bullwhip that I use as a flirt pole — a dog’s toy that you attach a toy to the end of and they chase it around — in my hands.

Me: “Sorry, I have to go kill a snake that’s in my yard!”

They would not shut up. They just kept asking over and over:

Telemarketer: “Do you take more than six prescriptions a day?”

I just gave them an earful of me “killing a snake”.  Really, all I was doing was hitting the concrete over and over with my whip and making it pop LOUDLY into the phone, and my dog was in his pen going nuts!

While all of this was going on, I asked them if I could call them back later. I never did, and they did not call back.  

I went and gave my dog some love and let him know that I was okay after it was all over with.