If you call me you will probably hear my phone man. He was packaged right with the phone amid the foam packing material. He went right to work without so much as a word to anyone. In the beginning quite a few people asked when I was going to personalize my greeting. But after four years, no one mentions it much.
Some believe he is a little dry and mechanical. But, hey I say — he’s a pro and pros do not go about encouraging one and all to have-a-nice-day.
I’ve come to like the sound of his voice as he manages those annoying calls from siding companies and iffy charitable organizations. He also does an excellent job of buying time when I am hurrying to get ready to leave the house and cannot slow down for any kind of casual chat. He never breaks down and says, ‘Oh, hold on, here she is —!”
He records prescription information, lets me know when my orders have arrived and is always on top of the date of my next dentist appointment. Frankly, I cannot for the life of me — understand why people don’t use him more.
I’d love to invite him and his family to dinner but when ever I think about doing that — I remember that every time you ask him anything, he says, “I’m sorry, we can’t come to the phone right now.”
Well, I guess I could leave a message.
