I’M SITTING AT MY DESK and the phone rings. I’m the only one in of a phone answering rank, so I pick it up. “Good Morning, The Patch Factory,”
I say in my best rumble.
“Please hold…” goes the robot voice.
I didn’t wait to hear who they were asking us to please hold for. I hung up.
Couple of minutes later, the phone rings again. “Good morning, The Patch Factory,” I rumble.
Damned robot hung up on ME!
Furschlugginer things are getting frisky!
Can’t have anything to do with the fact that, an hour or two later, I was thinking I might be having a heart attack and spent Monday night and most of Tuesday in the hospital. (False alarm, but still…)