I have just received a rather peculiar phonecall.
"Is that Arrowhead Press?" enquired a female voice in rather
heavily-accented English, though to be fair the accent was probably
coincidental.
"Ye-es." I allowed that it was.
"I am calling on behalf of the (something I didn't quite catch) Credit
Company, to confirm some details."
Alarm bells in my head. "How did you get our number?"
"We took it from a list, we are calling lots of businesses."
I bet you are. "Tell you what," sez I, "why don't you give me your number,
and I'll get our Managing Director (i.e. Roger) to call you back."
"Oh no, we have no direct line or number ourselves."
"Then I can't imagine we have anything to say to each other," I say gently,
and hang up.
Honestly, do these people think we're crazy? The awful thing is, I can
remember a state of innocence in myself when I would readily have parted
with all sorts of info, and made sure they got the spelling right too.
joanna
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