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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by televillian, Oct 26, 2021.
there`s no fun hanging up on someone with a cell phone
Especially if you damage your Phone while slamming it.
I have more fun just repeating "Hello" with a slight pause and acting like I can't hear the person on the other end.
More Phone Phun!
Can you hear me now?
Sure can be. As Malcolm Tucker advised... do it with a voice, have fun with it.
I thought this was a thread about Cap'n Crunch whistles. Nevermind.
It is if the person with the cell phone is sitting next to you in a restaurant and talking too loud. Level of fun is determined by how far across the room you can throw it.
Tommy can you hear me ?
Back in the mid 70s during college in San Diego, a bunch of my buddies would get together and we would be listening to Led Zep and such. After … umm … imbibing a bit, we would start calling “information” (toll free calls back in the day) to various parts of the country and start up conversations with their operators. We actually developed a report with a gal in Nova Scotia after calling her a few times. She would learn about us living in California and we would learn about life up at the far opposite end of the continent. It would be 3:00 AM there, so she was sorta board anyway. Ahhh, fun times.
I shall now press the End Call button with disdain. Good day Sir!
The most important thing for you to know is don’t forget to open the…….click!
The lady from the car warranty place has suggested that there might be a special bonus in it for me if I bought the extended car warranty she's trying to pedal. She wasn't brazen enough to put anything into so many words in the conversation, but I can tell by the way she says, you're warranty is about to expire, she knows I am too, and wants to be sure I enjoy my last few moments here.
(It is possible I may be reading something into this)
This could have been a Tom Hanks movie from the 80s
Haaa, it should have been because it was a hoot.
Special bonus.... My first job out of college was processing loans at a subprime auto lender. Car dealers sell cars seven days a week so we ran weekend shifts in our office as well. One weekend some guy called in asking to speak with one of our in-house collectors. They didn't work on the weekends, and furthermore, the collector he was trying to reach had left the company. I offered to have one of our other collectors call him back on Monday, but he was really looking for Clarissa. Apparently, he was behind on his payments and she made a deal with him that for each payment he sent to bring his loan up to date, she would send him a nude photo. Poor guy, he probably thought it was true love.
I remember when I was all grown up, maybe 11, we did
some funny crank calls.
I'm not even gonna ask you what kind of job Clarissa moved onto!