Friday, October 30, 2009

Don't Ask If You Don't Want To Know

I just got off the phone. (Those of you who know me, and you all do, know where this is going.) We apparently have a new insurance guy. I've never met the man, but he's called a few times before and left messages. The only reason I answered the phone is because we're expecting a call. Here's the Reader's Digest version of how the call played out:

Me: Hello
Annoying Guy (AG): Hi, Wontar? This is Annoying Guy from your insurance place! How are you today?
Me: Fine.
AG: Have you met your new representative Connie Whatshername yet?
Me: No.
AG: Well, I'd like to set up an appointment so you could meet with her and go over your insurance needs.
Me: Is that absolutely necessary?
AG: (blink) Well, no. It's just a courtesy.
Me: Then I don't think we'll be doing that.

I have to admit that I was impressed that he didn't press the issue. I mean... strike one for calling in the first place. Strike two for asking me to leave the apartment in order to talk with someone. I already spat venom at the last insurance idiot who called me in response to an e-mail I sent. If I send an e-mail and I ask for an e-mail reply, how mad do you expect me to get when you call? I'm sorry if writing a semi-grammatically correct sentence hurts. Not my problem.

In unrelated news, we are both the proud owners of ergonomic keyboards. You'd think that two people who spend 20 or 30 hours per day on the things, we would have done it sooner. You'd be wrong. Still getting used to them, but I have to say that they're comfy as all get out. Next up: ergonomic mice! Good luck finding ones that aren't cordless.

Oh. Here's something for the family: it was 37 here when I woke up yesterday. I think it was 39 this morning. I know those are your highs right now, but take some small pleasure in the thought of me wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants and being cold at those temperatures. Don't gloat too much, though. Saturday's high: 80.

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