last night, at five minutes until five, i took a call on the customer service line. receiving such calls at five 'til five is almost always a mistake. this was no exception. this morning, i mined our electronic transcripts in order to transcribe the call. it went something like this.
jg, c.s.s.: "thank you for calling sentimental somethings this is jeff."
customer: "hello jeff, this is deborah jo at the fuchsia feline. i am calling because...oh gawd! mr. fish! mr. fish! mr. fish! my fish just jumped out of his bowl and is wrigglin' on the floor. oh gawd!"
jg, c.s.s.:
deborah jo:: "i've gotta save him, but i don't wanna touch him. oh, oh, EWWWW! mr. fish, don't die. don't die.
he was so rubbery, but at least i saved him."
jg, c.s.s.: "so are you following up on a damage claim or checking your order status?"
3 comments:
now if you were mr. fish, wouldn't you jump?
that's the office worthy. you should email that in for an episode. if dwight wasn't with angela, he'd go to save the fish, meet the girl, fall in love. that's tv.
dude if it was in the Office right after ""i've gotta save him, but i don't wanna touch him. oh, oh, EWWWW! mr. fish, don't die. don't die.
he was so rubbery"
then Michael would have said, "Yeah That's what she said."
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