A little ashamed

 

She  messed up my name. The telemarketer, that is.

She pronounced my first name  the way I strongly dislike it being pronounced, and I felt slightly irritated by it. And my last name wasn’t right, either. When she  asked if she could please speak to .. Ah-Nett- Ah ...it was a dead giveaway that a telemarketer was calling (no call display and a pause when I picked up were the two other tip offs.. ). 

“Sorry, there isn’t anyone here by that name”.  Sort of true, isn’t it?  I know no one living here with that name.

“I’ll make a note of that”, she responded, and that was that. She will NEVER call me again! Hooray!

If the truth be told, I really detest  phone solicitation and that’s why I responded in that manner.  It really wasn’t about the mispronunciation.  I felt pretty smug about how I evaded listening to a sales pitch without actually having to hang up on the person. The smugness lasted for exactly 3 seconds. 

I know what I did was a small thing, but it was still wrong, and I did  feel  remorseful. After hanging up, I admitted my failings to my son (he was within earshot).

I will strive not to be so uppity and dishonest next time.

I still detest telemarketing, though, and kick myself every time I pick up the phone and find myself ‘trapped’! Somehow, I can’t just hang up. It’s too rude.  Perhaps that’s  better than being deceitful, though.