It took us a while to get to bed the night Karen left. We'd barely gotten in the door and wiped our tears away when Rachel woke up screaming. It took us about an hour and a half to calm her down again. She had to go potty and nurse and have some Orajel before she settled down.
Now it was around 1:30 AM. We quickly finished getting ready for bed and were just about ready to lie down when the phone rang.
We had to listen for a minute to determine which phone was ringing: our Utah phone or our Cairo phone.
It was our Utah phone. We looked at each other slightly panicked.
Karen had said that she would call if she had any problems, but she wouldn't be able to call our Utah phone, would she? Maybe it was Reid calling. Maybe there was some problem and he wouldn't be able to meet her in India. Maybe it wasn't either of them and it was someone at home calling about a family emergency.
It was 2 AM and our imaginations were running wild. Andrew raced to the phone.
"Hello!?" he asked, trying to sound calm.
"Hello," the voice on the other end responded, "This is Mary* calling on behalf of UCCU. I was wondering if I could have a few minutes of your time to complete a survey about how we can better your banking experience...."
"Actually," said Andrew, "Not right now. We're in Egypt and it's like 2 AM."
"Oh, alright then," said Mary. You could hear her brain working harder than it was used to. She didn't say what she was thinking but I'm sure it was something along the lines of "I swear this was an 801 number..."
What she actually said was, "Ummmm...sorry about that..." Then she hung up. And we went to bed laughing about the brilliant idea we had to keep our Utah phone to make family communication easier, all the while completely forgetting about telemarketers. Our family is thoughtful enough to not call us at 2 AM. Telemarketers bother me, in general, but I couldn't really blame this girl for calling us this late...after all, it was a reasonable hour for her.
*Name has been changed to protect the innocent.
Put your number on the do not call list!ReplyDelete
But if their number was on the do not call list, then they couldn't have written this post! :o) And it was a fun read.ReplyDelete
funny! It's great that you don't have to give up your phone number anymore just because you move across town, country, or world!!!ReplyDelete
"But if their number was on the do not call list, then they couldn't have written this post! :o) And it was a fun read."ReplyDelete
True and true - but it wouldn't be so funny the second time :)
When my husband was Executive Secretary in our ward a few years back, he received a call at not quite 5a.m. by a guy who wanted to set up an appointment with the Bishop. How odd. We were all panicked that it was an emergency. Funny how that happens. In both mine and your situation, I'm glad the person on the other line just wasn't AWARE.ReplyDelete
Having a previous job at PGM---She was not a telemarketer.ReplyDelete
And putting your name on the Do Not Call list will not legally stop her from calling. The end.
Yeah, telemarketer was probably a bad word choice. I suppose she was more of a tele-surveyer and our bank had given her our number because they really wanted to know how to make our banking experience better...ReplyDelete
And I believe we are on the National Do-Not Call list...but if it was actually our bank calling...
@ Becca--I'm glad I'm not the only one who panics when the phone rings at an odd time of the day/night! :)
Sorry--that wasn't Becca. That was Mary. Oops :)ReplyDelete
But not the same "Mary" who called us...ReplyDelete