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The phone rings. I pick up the black cordless handset sitting next to me. I look at the LCD panel that displays the Caller ID information. It says Sponsor Reps. I think a moment about how I should answer the call or even if I should answer the call. I know it's a sales rep for some organization trying to get me to give them much needed money. I decide to answer:

Hello
Hello, this is Mark from the Firefighter's Association of Pierce County.
Hi Mark. My name is Heather
Hello, Heather. Are you the woman in charge of the house hold?
Yes
Do you speak English?
Yes
Good, Do you like country music?
Yes, I like Clint Black, George Strait, Dolly Parton.
Do you like Mark Chesnut?
No! Do you know Alabama? I like the Bopamowmow song.
Yeah, that's a good song. You don't like Mark Chesnut? Have you ever heard of him?
Yes, I know who he is. I like old
Oh, so you don't like new country.
No! I like Garth Brooks. I begin to sing, "I've got friends in low places. Think I'll slip on down to the oasis."
I see.. Well, I'm calling today to ask you to support the Firefighters Association of Pierce County. Your valuable support will help prevent many firefighters from being injured or even killed on the job....
"I don't want firefighter to die." I say as I begin to start a tremble in my voice.
Ma'am, I don't want firefighters to die either.
"No, firefighters die. Please, don't let firefighters die. No, die firefighters." My words now accompanied with full crying.
Ma'am with your support we can help keep firefighters safe.
How does money help keep firefighters from dying?
Well, it helps pay for better training, better laws, and more fire enforcement.
Oh, I don't want firefighter to die.
Can I count on you for your support?
I don't have any money. I'm Special 8.
Ok. Thanks.

*Click*

I place the phone down, and continue my work.

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Posted at June 16, 2004 09:33 PM | TrackBack