Too much information
Posted on April 20, 2007 @ 12:38 pm
So, I called to order new cable service earlier today. Not more than five minutes into the call, a customer service rep shared the following revelation: “I was an accident. My parents only wanted two children, but then I came along!”
For real. Don’t ask me how the conversation ended up at that point; I have no freaking idea. I guess complete strangers just feel comfortable opening up to me for whatever reason. Probably because they assume I won’t blab about it to the rest of the world on my blog. Shows what they know.
Is there anything deeply personal you’d like to share? I’m all ears.
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They’re trained to say that so that you won’t yell at them.
I was an accident, too, though the preferred term is “unforeseen blessing.” We have a group that meets Wednesdays.
I work retail and people tell me stuff like this all the time! Seriously I don’t care! I’m happy to help you get what you need as a customer but I don’t need to know about your personal life; your divorce, your medical conditions, your childhood in San Francisco. I’m not your friend, I’m here to help you find a book. It’s one of the more annoying aspects of the job.
I kinda like it when people start talking about themselves… but then again, working as a library desk clerk (in an age where stuff like getting and returning books has been automated) might be a smidgen more boring than even retail.
Oh, and I was also a blessing or ‘whoops’-kid as they’re known in Denmark.
I wasn’t an accident, they wanted me.
That’s all well and good, but is this good grammar:
So, I called today to order new cable service earlier today.
I’m trying to sound like an ass, because some times I live by the Ralph Wiggum credo, “Me fail English? That’s unpossible.”
Dogs love me. All dogs — even the mean, vicious ones. There’s something about me that makes every dog want to be my friend and follow me home.
I suppose this would be great if I loved ‘em back. But, I have OCD and the thought of a dirty, smelly pooch pawing and licking my face freaks me out.
because you don’t get enough TMI from my blog??
careful what you wish for my friend.
you just might get it.
I used to eat chapstick when I was a kid.
Ok, who am I kidding? I still eat chapstick. I’m hooked! I’m up to four or five tubes a day, and expensive stuff, like Bonnebell!! I need help.
When I first read this post a few days ago, I could have sworn he said that he “had” an accident, which has an entirely different meaning to it.