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[Feb. 6th, 2009|09:55 am] |
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| | Ian Is Amazingly Beautiful, Eisley | ] |
Yesterday, I got a phone call while I was at work.
*Mm's phone rings
Chirpy voice on the other end of the phone: Hi! Is that Margaret?
Mm: Yes.
CV: I'm calling from St. George Bank. Is this a good time?
*Mm thinks: it's most likely a "Let's try and sell you a credit card" call. But there's a small chance it's important, and I'm not doing anything all that vital right now.
Mm: No, it's fine.
CV: Right, well, first we have to verify your identity. Is that okay?
*Works through the security questions
CV: Now, I'm calling you today because you have been specially selected and pre-approved for a credit...
Mm: No, thank you.
CV: ...card. Now the reason you were specially selected...
Mm: ...You've sent me mail about this before. Could I be taken off the list for it, please?
CV: We're going to keep sending you information about it till you decline. I can't take you off the list.
Mm: ...
CV: But the next time you receive one of these phone calls, just tell the operator, and they will!
Mm: Uhh. Thanks?
So, wait, I'm confused. *She* can't take me off their mailing list, but the next guy who calls with (presumably) the exact same permissions *will* be able to? Huh?
-Mmaster |
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[Feb. 6th, 2009|09:04 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Connected, Switchfoot | ] |
The other day, I put something in the microwave. Sparks and sizzles occurred, from behind the button panel. I actually increased the set time by accident in my panic to switch it off.
Dad swore it was just cockroaches frying, but we've been loathe to go near it since.
This morning, I decided to brave it.
After three and a half minutes, there had been no pops or flashing lights. However, when I pulled out the plate, I determined that there had also been no heat.
...Time for a new microwave, I guess. I'm pretty sure that the existing one's older than I am, so it's probably due anyway.
-Mmaster |
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