Guess who called today when I was in the throes of mopping and scrubbing and gnashing my teeth? Go on, guess……
The Police Benevolent Society.
Can you believe it? The absolute balls of it…..
Unconcerned that they might not be my favourite people right now……
Even less concerned that I might be in the middle of yet another domestic crisis……The voice on the other end began to wax poetical about the boys in the squad cars. Their dedication, their self-sacrifice, their…..
I used to be polite.
I used to patiently listen to the spiel…..
But these are trying times.
First, I hung up.
THEN I said it.
A very bad word. Loudly and vehemently.
Then I resumed mopping and scrubbing and gnashing my teeth.
The fridge decided to go on strike…and it’s 86 degrees F in the shade….
The gods, apparently, are not finished toying with me yet….
16 comments:
I've probably used that very same word a time or two, also... for the same reason. I really can't stand those calls! Being on the government "no call" list does absolutely no good at all!
Peace,
~Chani
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Does your name appear on a most wanted list somewhere? They seek you here, they seek you there....
I do believe...once on their files you are a gonna roflo
Please forgive me, but I literally laughed out loud at this. Actually, barked is more like it.
You're a good person to have hung up BEFORE saying the naughty word instead of after.
It certainly seems to be that time of year for everyone, doesn't it?
Yeah, I know I HEARD you. Very appropriate I reckon!
You were quite restrained, given the circumstances.
Zagging on the zigs, like I am!
We are on the dont call register. Bah! may as well give up, the buggers are relentless.
That's too funny! We have a do not call list in Indiana and for some reason they're exempted. So annoying -- especially when they call during dinner. Do you worry now that you've hung up on them that they'll be on the look out for you? LOL???
There is some catch to the "No Call List" that allows charities to call unsuspecting victims. Locally, some of those organizations supporting the police only give a small percentage to the police (40%). I use to give money; then, I switched to hanging up. Now, I usually say that we do not make donations over the phone.
I was also called by them a few weeks ago while still nursing my injuries from the many exorbitant parking tickets I had paid.
I said that I was on my way out the door and he should call at another time. He burst out laughing. It was knowing laughter, the kind that says "We're onto you, Lady." But they didn't call back.
God help us if we actually need them for anything in the near future.
You are showing great restraint and resilience in these trying times Molly.
Cailin maith!
Well, of course, they only go after hardened criminals...
86 in the shade sounds much too hot. Now I remember why I've stayed in Scotland.
Alas, poor you. Things can only get better. Cling to that thought.
They seem to time those calls for right after people have been zinged with tickets -- a very counterproductive strategy.
... and yes, it was a lovely weekend in a sense, though it was actually the good bits of two weekends. Still, one needs to remember the good bits in life, does one not? And that probably goes for you and your life of crime, too...
I was right with you... all the way to '86 degrees F in the shade' and I had to reread it... I thought, did she just say 86 degrees in the F'in shade?
Ha ha ha... thanks.
I hope it made you laugh, it would be good for you, I think.
Hugs.
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
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