ViperGTS
04-04-2006, 09:19 PM
My phone rang just now (approximately 8:44 PM EDT). The vibrating phone snatched my attention away from the all-encompassing American Idol, which immediately put me in a distasteful mood.
I sat up from my reclining position in my swivel chair, and reached for the noisy cell. The lit-up caller-ID display showed me the phone number started with an area code of 786, originating in Florida. I live in Pennsylvania, and I know no-one in Florida.
Cutting off my custom ringtone of Tenacious D's "Tribute", I flipped oven the cover of the phone, pressing the earpiece against my head.
"Hello?"
"Yes, good afternoon, is this Mark F******? Sir, one of your recent purchases on your (unintelligible, accented English) card makes you eligible for..."
At this point, my temper has reached a fever pitch (no pun intended) and I've decided to stop being the nice guy.
"Listen, Muhammad, if you and your terrorist buddies don't stop calling me on my cell phone, I'm going to trace this number, find your warehouse, twist off your fucking balls, and shove them down your god-damned throat! Now STOP CALLING ME!!!"
That bastard started talking right through me, too.
I sat up from my reclining position in my swivel chair, and reached for the noisy cell. The lit-up caller-ID display showed me the phone number started with an area code of 786, originating in Florida. I live in Pennsylvania, and I know no-one in Florida.
Cutting off my custom ringtone of Tenacious D's "Tribute", I flipped oven the cover of the phone, pressing the earpiece against my head.
"Hello?"
"Yes, good afternoon, is this Mark F******? Sir, one of your recent purchases on your (unintelligible, accented English) card makes you eligible for..."
At this point, my temper has reached a fever pitch (no pun intended) and I've decided to stop being the nice guy.
"Listen, Muhammad, if you and your terrorist buddies don't stop calling me on my cell phone, I'm going to trace this number, find your warehouse, twist off your fucking balls, and shove them down your god-damned throat! Now STOP CALLING ME!!!"
That bastard started talking right through me, too.