Pulling into the station
April 26, 2004
My patience grows thinner each time I pick up the phone. I really think that the cream of the eejit crop are coming out today. Take this conversation from this morning:Billy Joe Bob: Can I git one uh y'all's catalogs?
Me: No, sorry, sir, we stopped printing catalogs back in 1999.
BJB: Oh. [pause] Then hows about y'all send me one uh dem catalogs y'got?
Me: Sir, we don't print catalogs anymore. We don't have any catalogs to send you. We are online now.
BJB: Uh-huh. Mmm-hmm. Welp. So, d'y'all make any of that Chebrolette stuff no more?
Me: Yes, sir, we do still make and sell Chevrolet products, but we sell them online, not in a catalog.
BJB: Okay. Jes sen' me one uh'dem catalogs den.
Me: I can't send you a catalog sir.
BJB: Why not?
Me: We don't have any. We don't do catalogs anymore.
BJB: Well, I jus' got one de udder day!
Me: What's on the cover, sir?
BJB: It say [insert popular redneck car magazine here].
Me: Sir, that's a magazine we advertise in. That isn't a catalog.
BJB: Oh. Bye then.
Now do you see why there is a giant, gaping hole in the wall near my desk? Now, I'm rightly sorry to any folks from the South or from redneck families, but Jesus-Mary-and-Joseph! The people that call us only add fuel to the stereotyping fire, if you know what I mean.
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