“Thank you for calling SpectraCom. My name is Rubin. Can I have your ten-digit phone number please?”
“What do you want?”
“...Uh... can I have... can I have your ten-digit phone number... please?”
“Tell me why you called first, then I’ll give it to you.”
“...Uh... you are aware, ma’am, correct... aware that you called me. You dialed, I didn’t. That means you called me.”
“I know that! What do you think I am, an idiot?”
“Uh...”
“You called me. Why?”
“Again... you called me.”
“But you left a message on my answering machine. Why? I’m not telling you shit until you tell me why.”
“Ma’am, we call for a number of reasons. Until I have your account up, I can’t possibly tell you why we called. I don’t even know who you are.”
“Well, until you tell me why you called, I won’t tell you anything. You called me, you should be able to tell me why.”
“No, ma’am, our computer called you and requested you call this department. Now, I need your phone number before I can find out why it called you.”
“Well, I’m not telling you anything until you tell me why you called.”
“Then I’m afraid we’ve reached an impasse. I can’t help you.”
“Fine, fuck you then. Don’t call my house again.”
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