neuroticanne

I hate being mean to people and I especially hate fucking with their minds..but today I happened to be in the middle of an argument with someone when my cell phone rang....I was in a "mood".

Me: Hello.?
Receptionist: Yes, is this Susan so and so? (and if you don't know, my name is NOT Susan)
Me: Um...sure it is.
Receptionist: Susan, I was wondering if you could switch your appt from 10am Monday to 1pm that afternoon to get fitted for your glasses. Is that okay with you?
Me: Are you working on Monday?
Receptionist: Yes I am.
Me: What time do you go to lunch?
Receptionist: from noon to one.
Me: Ohh. So you'll be there when I come in for my appointment?
Receptionist: uhhh...yeah.
Me: You're the cute one that I always see talking on the phone, aren't you??
Receptionist: I guess...sometimes I am....
Me: I'm going to say hi to you on Monday. Is that ok with you?
Receptionist: Sure.
Me: Because you sound so hot. And you are so cute.
Receptionist: Is 1pm okay with you, Ms. so and so?
Me: Definately. See you then, cutie.
*(hangs up)*

What frustration mingled up with boredom and anger does to ya, eh??!!

I feel so badly now, and I'm thinking about calling back tomorrow to tell them that I 'm really not Susan (poor Susan! lmao)... I'm soo mean!

There are special places in Hell for people like me.

I can't stop eating pretzels. But I need some real food quick.