Yesterday, I got a call in the office.
Telemarketer (T): Hello, is this ARBERT (sic) Bernardo?
Me (M): Speaking. (Annoyed by the mispronounced name.)
T: Hi, sir, this is ***** from *bank*, I would like to follow up on your credit card application.
M: What credit card application? (I have an idea this is just an agent who knows nothing but my misspelled name and office phone.)
T: You have a pending application with us sir.
M. Oh, ok. (Damn right I have.)
T: Do you have another credit card, sir?
M: Yes, from *bank 2*.
T: Aside from that?
M: That’s all. (Actually I have 3 more from different banks, but why should I tell her?)
T: Sir, may I know your birth date?
M: But I thought I have a pending application? It should be right there, right?
T: (Begins mumbling and fumbling) I have to verify sir.
M: There is no application, right?
T: (Surrenders) Sir, our supervisor just gave me your name and phone number.
M: Sorry, not interested.
T: Ok, sir.
End of call.