OK, so I call this ad that says "steers for sale cheap".
I get the guy on the phone.
"Hi, my name is Anne, how many steers do you have for sale?"
"A shitload", was the answer.
silence
"OK, how many is a shitload?"
"I don't know".
"Do I have the right number? are you selling steers?"
"yes maam"
"OK, let's try another question", "how much are they?"
"Cheap".
"OK, how cheap?"
"Real cheap".
I couldn't help but laugh.
"OK, let's try another question", "Where is your farm?"
"Up North".
"Like the North pole up North?", I asked.
"No, not that far".
I had to hang up.
I couldn't stop laughing.
I have no idea where these steers are, how many there are or how much they are.
At this point I really don't care.
It was worth the laugh.
Talk later,
Annie
Saturday, August 14, 2010
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The scary thing is that I have had conversations that are eerily similar to this one. One shudders to imagine life in close proximity to such an individual.
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