LOL, Oh lord and lady, I am going to hell. There's got to be some kind of karmic law I just broke. If I can stop laughing long enough to type, I just got through informing a very obnoxious telemarketer that she could go to hell and burn (in all fairness, I'm sure I meant to tell her "happy holidays"). She was calling from Dish Network, and being as I had asked them over a week ago to quit calling, I felt justified in asking why I was still getting 4 calls a day (usually starting at 9am) when I had been told it would stop in 72 hours (they're more than 100 hours overdue, for the slightly anal retentive). Well, at least I started out politely. She went into her little song and dance of how she would be happy to remove my name and explained the time frame again, and tried to tell me it was just another company that I had talked to before, and then she went back into her sales pitch. Wrong tactic.
Now, being as it was the third call today, I had actually answered, even though I was wrist deep in cookie dough and trying to help my son get my cell phone out of his pants leg. I figured maybe it was someone else calling with a similar number, like a credit card. As scatterbrained as I've been lately, it wasn't inconcievable that I had forgotten a payment or something. So here was this woman who had interrupted me when I've got more to do than time to do it in, and she's now arguing with me. And she wouldn't stop. About the 6th time that she told me the same thing trying to convince me I was wrong, I decided I had wasted enough time on the bimbo. "Happy Holidays!" click.
Yep, I'm going to hell.