As a self-employed person, I get really tetchy about being phoned by people trying to sell me things in the middle of the day. Don't they know I'm trying to write a novel? So, I do tend to have rather short conversations when they phone. Sometimes very short. And I've just had one, but it was really quite odd, and left me staring at the phone for several seconds afterwards.
Me: Hello, nine three two nine.
Woman: Can I speak to Mr Harry Morgan?
Me: No.
Woman: Pardon?
Me: No.
Woman: Why?
Me: Because he's not here.
Woman: Oh, thank you. Bye.
I hereby award her the prize for Least Persistent Salesperson of the Day.
Meanwhile, why am I blogging? Don't I know I'm trying to write a novel?
Friday, April 03, 2009
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