Hmph!

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!