Kindred Spear It
I just discovered Rip Rense's LTSEWH archive -- that's short for Less Than Satisfying Encounters With Humanity. You know, it's about time we all stopped going silently when people are rude. There's too much of that. I'm engaged in a little reparative revenge (demand for accountability, really) at the moment, upon a company that called me at home for their telemarketing survey. I helpfully pointed out the posted prices for doing so:
Interrupting me during my nap: $3,012.50 (not including tax). During dinner: $3,761.23. During sex: $13,456.50. Other prices available upon request.
And I'll restate once again. If you are not my friend, and you are, instead, a business calling to further your business, there's a high price for bothering me at home on a phone line I pay for. See above. More about that soon. Going to see if they'll get smart and pay my invoice, or if I have to fly to Detroit and small claims 'em. Hee hee...made it clear in the letter to the company that had their boiler room people call me that mommy and daddy still live there in Detroit, and a little family reunion combined with small claims action might be nice.
On a disturbing note, my boyfriend was a bit too excited yesterday at the prospect that there'd be a bit of phonus interruptus during sex. Now, I'm not into Paris Hilton-style sex (the videotaping for the Internet audience or the telephone answering; and frankly, who's calling is the last thing on my mind while engaged in the act), but I guess if we each get half of $13,456.50, it might be prudent to stop moaning and all and see what the fuckers want.
Knowing your interest in all asshattery relating to SUVs, there is this story out of Canada:Many wade into bike-car brawl online
Short version: SUV driver throws half-eaten burger out of window. Bike courier picks it up, opens door and tosses it in, SUV driver goes ballistic, assault follows.
Russputin at February 2, 2006 12:38 PM
Thanks, I saw that...should have posted the link. If she did key the guy's car, I certainly don't support that -- but there's no evidence the guy's allegation of that is true. I love her for doing that. "Sir, excuse me, sir...you dropped something!" Right on!
Guess what, litter bugs -- the world at large is not your ash tray. Or your trash can. I always yell at people who litter. I usually say, "The world is not your ashtray, assclown!" Or something like that.
Also, if I invoice you for teleharassing me, an educational note: Read my stolen car story and other pieces about various injustices on my site, and see if it really seems smart to write back rationalizing why it's okay to call and bug the shit out of me at home, on a phone line I pay for, instead of simply saying, "Yeah, when I think about how I wouldn't like it if you called me at home, maybe you've got a point, and we're going to seriously consider changing our business practices" and the putting your money where your mouth is and ponying up the price I set quite some time ago for using my phone line to bother me about your business.
Oh yeah...in the words, sort of, of Oliver Wendell Holmes: your ignorance of my published prices is not my fucking problem. Assclown.
Morality, ideally, should come to a little more than what you can get away with.
Amy Alkon at February 2, 2006 1:03 PM
Heh. I love it when Amy uses the term "assclown."
snakeman99 at February 2, 2006 2:41 PM
But do you get the full 13 grand if you were in the middle of masterbating? You could be in Paris twice as fast!
And does it count if you check the caller id, realize it is a stranger, and start the act before you pick up the receiver? My, the possibilities are staggering... it calls to mind the woman trying to get pregnant who takes her basal temperature and calls her husband at work- "Honey you have to come home-- we need to have sex right now!"
bev at February 3, 2006 3:30 AM
Very good point, Bev!
Amy Alkon at February 3, 2006 5:40 AM
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