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[bubosquared]

A conversation:

Melle: *calls salesrep* Hi, It's Sofie from the call centre. You left a message on the voicemail this morning?
Salesrep: That's right, Sofie. Sofie, I need [blahblahblah], can you do that for me, Sofie?
Melle: *already twitching slightly* Sure, can do! Could you tell me [information]?
Salesrep: I'm in the car, Sofie, so I can't get that information, but [information I can also use, though it's a lot harder to search using this].
Melle: Okay, I'll arrange for that.
Salesrep: Thanks, Sofie.
Melle: No problem, have a nice day!
Salesrep: You too, Sofie!

Note: This is a simplified version of this conversation, and for full effect try hearing the salesrep's end of the conversation as read by Zaphod Breeblebox, Infomercial Presenter.

[Poll #734429]

Comments

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

But I'm not a customer! He can drop the act!

... unless he can't? Now I'm imagining him doing this, like, to his wife or something. Heee!

[wild-boys.livejournal.com]

Exactly! I can't imagine how they ever switch off. "Morning, Elizabeth, this new glass of orange juice should put you in fine form for today's work. The choice you have made, Elizabeth, will supply you with over seventy per cent of your recommended daily amount of vitam-"

"Just pass me the glass, Dave."

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Hee! Exactly! Also, can you imagine what he must be like during sex?

[wild-boys.livejournal.com]

Well, at least he shouts the right name.

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

One hopes, anyway. ;D

[atpolittlebit.livejournal.com]

You broke my brain.

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Hee! "Sorry"?