Yesterday I put an ad in the paper for our birds, because we decided that the stress of moving several times in the next few years would be too much on them.
I got so many calls, but the best ones were from about 3 or 4 kids, boys and girls, who were probably all under 10. Here’s how each of them basically went:
Child in a shy voice: “Hi.” (Mom whispers loudly in background, “Say, ‘Hello, my name is ——- and I’m calling about your birds.’ Nice and clear, don’t mumble.”)
This is dutifully repeated to me in a loud monotone voice.
Me: “Oh, I’m sorry, we actually already have someone taking them.”
Child covering phone, “She said they’re gone already Mom!” (“Then say, ‘Thank you for letting me know, have a nice day!’ “)
Child: “Thank you, ok, um, yeah,” ::covers phone speaker:: “What else Mom?” (“Have a nice day.”)
Child, sullenly: “Oh, have a nice day.”
Me: “Same to you! Thank you for calling. Bye!”
Child as the phone is being hung up: “I really wanted a bird Mom, that’s not fair…” (Mom, “Shhhhh, for goodness sake, hang up the phone…”)
Cracks me up.