My cell phone rings. I check. Unknown number. I pick anyways.
Here’s how the conversation with someone I figure is a telemarketer pushing god-knows-what, goes.
Me (in deadpan monotone) : Hello.
She (chirpy, nasal voiced) : Yeh Mr I.B. (the husband) ka number hai, kya?
Me (repeat deadpan monotone) : No
She (in same chirpy, nasal voice) : Aap mujhe unka number de sakte hain?
Me (same deadpan monotone) : No
She (amazingly, still chirpy) : OK! Thank you!
*click*
She hung up? She hung up!
Me (left holding dead phone) : ???
(Someone should complain to her boss! Telemarketers shouldn't give up that easily! Or sound so happy, for that matter...)
Bah!
