There was a time I’d get excited when the phone rang, especially if it was my best friend, Sue, calling with juicy details of some high school cheerleader’s romance gone south. Granted, that was before anyone knew to use “cell” and “phone” in the same sentence.
These days, there is no excitement when the phone rings – the ID on our landline reveals the caller. And boy, some callers just don’t give up. Like the Red Cross, as much good as they do.
My daughter gave blood – once. Apparently, fine people at that well-known institution of giving won’t stop calling until they can poke her with another needle, draining her of whatever type blood she has. But too bad for you, Red Cross, she’s in college and I’m not giving out her number.
Some organization by the name of “LetsHelpOut” calls several times a day. Are they trying to guilt me into picking up the phone? I doubt they want me to help out in a nice way by dropping off canned goods at the YMCA or delivering meals to homebound senior citizens. They probably want me to send them a few bucks. But guess what, LetsHelpOut, I don’t contribute money over the phone. So stick that one in the list of phone numbers some software program created based on zip code, income, number of pets in the household, eye color, shopping habits at Home Depot or whatever criteria is used to call people while they are watching the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.
There’s also MSU, CMU and Wayne State – they call a lot, asking for money, of course. But since aforementioned daughter is a sophomore at one of those schools, we already contribute at the rate of four million dollars a credit hour, so thank-you, thanks for thinking of us, it feels nice to be included, but no. We gave at the office.
My son has a very persistent friend who when he can’t get through to our son on his cell phone, calls our landline. He doesn’t give up until someone picks up the phone. I used to answer but when he’s persistent like that I know he’s been grounded from using his car and wants my son to give him a ride to school.
Dude, I’m on to you. Give it up.
My mother-in-law’s cell registers as private on the ID – so whenever I see that displayed, I know it’s her. But lately, others have taken on the identity of private caller and I am deeply disappointed when it’s some clown trying to raise money for the state police ball or fireman’s fund or the other way around – maybe it’s the fireman who have the ball, the police, a fund – oh, it’s all so confusing!
What about the strange calls from area codes I’ve never seen and cities and states where I don’t know a soul?
Los Angeles, CA – was Jodie Foster calling to come out as Mel Gibson’s girlfriend?
Mt. Vernon in NA – The only Mt. Vernon I know is in VA – Virginia.
Marketing Inc. from area code 631 – yet another survey, I’m sure.
989, the area code of my husband’s family’s cottage – maybe I should have answered that one.
Kenneth Sykes from area code 407 – sounds like the name of a Project Runway contestant.
I received a call from Washington D.C. this morning. Why would anyone from Washington D.C. call me? Is President Obama looking for advice on the debt crisis? Or John Boehner, support?
Too bad they called while I was blow-drying my hair. Otherwise, I might have answered the phone.
What calls don’t you answer?