8.23: “Now’s probably a good time to call that number I saw on the sign. Not too late, but likely after dinner.”
8.24: ~mindless redial~
8.25: “Seriously? How have they not picked up. People are glued to their phones.”
8.26: “Ok, maybe you’re in the bathroom but I know you carried your phone in there.”
8.27: “Hello! Pants should be on now!”
8.32: “The noise from flushing lasts about 10 seconds. And who washes their hands if all they’ve done is pee?”
8.35: “All this waitin’s got me snackish. Am I feelin’ sweet or salty? – Wait why is this even a question. Ice cream.”
8.39: “Ooh yea neapolitan. Let me just get this quick call in before I kick back.”
8.40: ~redial while grabbing spoon~
8.51: “Guess I’ll give it another shot. It’s been freaking long enough, what with that ice cream break.”
8.52: “Um hello? Does anyone live at this number?”
9.07: “Pick up the phooone dammit!”
Is it just me or is this unbelievable? Someone – a stranger – called me 11 times in 29 minutes. There’s no way I would ever have imagined anyone would call me this often. I’m trying to get an apartment building rented, so frequent phone calls are expected, but this person took the cake. And! They called in the middle of a dinner party I was hosting.
Thankfully my phone was on silent and I was busy frying potstickers, steaming rice and coordinating table set-up, so it wasn’t until my phone lit up from the last call that I knew someone was trying to reach me. When I realised they had in fact tried 10 times before, in such a short amount of time, I had absolutely no intention of answering if they called again. Clearly they were rude and inconsiderate, and who would want a tenant like that?
As it happened, when they did call the final time – a whole 15 minutes later – my friends and I were seated at the table and one of them said I should answer in case it was urgent. I was pretty sure it was not, and thought the number looked familiar, but since I had only glanced at my phone the time before I couldn’t be sure. My friend succeeded in convincing me, and to my dismay I found my instinct was right. The person on the other end was inquiring about an apartment, and after I hung up and reviewed my call log I confirmed that it was the same pest from before. I was disgusted.
Well, I’m over it now and thought it might be fun to imagine the caller’s inner dialogue. There had to have been one, right? Who can be that obnoxious without rationalising their actions? Thankfully I never had to deal with them again because, wouldn’t you know it, the apartments didn’t suit their needs.