Last night I time travelled to the 1960s via my home phone. I’ve always dreamt of time travel. I’d go back and visit the 20s, 30s, 40s, yes even the 50s with a big bundle of cash and LOAD UP on clothes. My jaded self created issues though. Like what if the clothes can’t come back with me? Or worse, what if during the return trip the clothes turn modern. Sigh. Even in my wildest dreams I’m a damn pessimist.
Every night for the past week I have received calls from Luce Research. It drives me batty these spam calls. If they get my machine they hang up but if someone answers they have nothing I want. A couple times I had my son answer. He does voices, more specifically; he can imitate nearly any voice from Family Guy. I find this to be awesomely hilarious and I laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh.
Last night however I decided to put an end to their endless parade of nonsense and I asked the woman who called to remove our number from the list to which she responded:
“I’m sorry ma’am, to remove your number from our list we will need to SPEAK WITH YOUR HUSBAND.”
Excuse me? What the fuck is this, 1962? You need a MAN to tell you to remove MY number that is in MY name from your list? Hell no.
Looking at the past through rose colored glasses, I often forget the cold, hard reality that women were second class citizens even though their clothes were damn spectacular.
10 comments:
Last paragraph, totally agree. "Can I get my (even apparently somewhat limited in the 21st century world of telemarketing) equal rights AND my Jackie Kennedy suit? Yes? Thanks." I don't think it's that much to ask!! Also, it would horrible if you went to the past and your clothes modernized on the return trip. Takes it from dream to nightmare in like 20 seconds.
That's really kind of shocking. I hope you tore them a new one
Wouldn't it just be awful? You leave with day dresses and house dresses and come home with low slung jeans and PINK shorts.
It was shocking and I was really angry. I don't think she'll ever call me again after our exchange!
Oh my gahd, gasped I! I'd be livid and then incoherent because I'd be screaming at them.
The clothes would be old rags as they go through time.I have to think what I'd go back for...
I was literally shaking after I hung up I was SO mad!!
Rags! LOL!
I would have lit her the fuck up with that noise. Seriously. I can't believe that.
Me either! And from a woman! Grrr
It was nice of your husband to let you blog about this.
Kidding!!!! :D
LOL!!
Happy Saturday, Trixie!
I just wanted to let you know that I tagged you in my post today. Yes, that was me spray painting graffiti on you.
It's the '11 Things' challenge; I hope you'll do it.
Gracey
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