Monday, November 21, 2005
Happy Endings
I got an interesting phone call at work last week. Here is a brief synopsis:
Me: Hi. Thanks for calling the spa/salon. This is Amanda, how can I help you?
Caller: (sounding a bit confused) Hi. Is this a spa/salon?
Me: Ummmm. Yes.
Caller: Is this an Asian spa/salon?
Me: Ummmm. No. (I'm sure you can tell where this is going and at this point you'd think he'd just hang up right?)
Caller: Well, me and my buddy were passing your place and wanted to get a massage with....well....you know....
Me: (totally smirking) No sir, I don't know what you're talking about.
Caller: you know....a, what's it called,.....(whispering) happy ending.
(at this point, the guy on the phone sounds completely embarrassed and I personally have no idea why he doesn't just hang up)
Me: (being evil) I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about. We don't offer a service by that name.
Caller: you know...can we get a little extra pleasure with our massage....a blowjob
Me: (sounding horrified) Sir we are not that type of establishment, not to mention that it's illegal and you could be arrested.
Caller: hangs up (and it's about time)
And so ends an interesting phone call at the front desk. I've been thinking about how I'll handle another one of these type of phone calls again and decided I was too nice to him and next time I'll make sure to make the conversation more awkward for them and amusing for myself. Maybe I'll pretend that we do have a service called a 'happy ending' it's just not what they think it will be. I mean, how could they complain, it's illegal? Sometimes I think work makes me evil.
Me: Hi. Thanks for calling the spa/salon. This is Amanda, how can I help you?
Caller: (sounding a bit confused) Hi. Is this a spa/salon?
Me: Ummmm. Yes.
Caller: Is this an Asian spa/salon?
Me: Ummmm. No. (I'm sure you can tell where this is going and at this point you'd think he'd just hang up right?)
Caller: Well, me and my buddy were passing your place and wanted to get a massage with....well....you know....
Me: (totally smirking) No sir, I don't know what you're talking about.
Caller: you know....a, what's it called,.....(whispering) happy ending.
(at this point, the guy on the phone sounds completely embarrassed and I personally have no idea why he doesn't just hang up)
Me: (being evil) I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about. We don't offer a service by that name.
Caller: you know...can we get a little extra pleasure with our massage....a blowjob
Me: (sounding horrified) Sir we are not that type of establishment, not to mention that it's illegal and you could be arrested.
Caller: hangs up (and it's about time)
And so ends an interesting phone call at the front desk. I've been thinking about how I'll handle another one of these type of phone calls again and decided I was too nice to him and next time I'll make sure to make the conversation more awkward for them and amusing for myself. Maybe I'll pretend that we do have a service called a 'happy ending' it's just not what they think it will be. I mean, how could they complain, it's illegal? Sometimes I think work makes me evil.
// posted by am at 12:14 PM
