Earlier today I had a phone call from my newest bestest buddies. You know, the ones who call me several times a day, ignoring the fact that my number is registered with the TPS. Ignoring my many requests to remove my number from their list. The bestest friends that ring my number then refuse to speak to me.
Well this time they actually responded to my tentative “H-Hello ?”
They introduced themselves and, well, I’ll admit I got a little irate with the caller. When he told me who he was representing I let rip and bludgeoned him verbally. I then ended the call with a light-hearted parting comment ….. “and make sure you bloody do !!!” , having once again requested that they remove my number from their system and to which he responded ” ….. I surely bloody will !!!”
Still percolating I thought I would dial 1471 and see if there was any clue as to their number so that I could call them and complain. It was when I listened to the automated message from 1471 that I began to feel the disquiet and a measure of guilt washed over me. I discovered that Santa has a day job. After all he only works one night a year. You too would go crazy if you didn’t do something for the rest of the year.
So you see, Santa works in a call centre representing “The National Survey Centre” and he has his own personalised number. The message I heard when I dialled 1471 was ……
“You were called today at 14:07 by 0h 0h 0h, 0h 0h 0h, 0h 0h 0h, 0h 0h 0h. To return the call………”
WrAnTz 