Bluetooth Fools the Buffoon
So I had an appointment today to inspect a motorcycle in Stevenson. I pulled up to the house and walked to the front door then knocked. A woman opens the door and I say, I'm here to inspect the motorcycle for the insurance company. We're eye to eye contact for about 10 silent awkward seconds and out of nowhere she just starts talking about something and I have no idea what she means. She mentions something about a check being deposited into her account....so I say no ma'am. I don't write the insurance checks. I just assess the damage to the bike and pass the estimate and photos along to the insurance company. The insurance company will have to issue you the check. She's starts talking again and gave me her full name, social security number and date of birth. The entire time she's looking at me like I'm crazy and I'm looking at her like she's crazy then she holds her index finger up ??so I look up ??Nothing there. I begin to think I'm dealing with a schizophrenic and slowly back away. All of a sudden she says thank you..goodbye and brushes her hair back to turn off a hidden Bluetooth earpiece. I stood there for 5 minuets trying to carry on a conversation with a woman who was on the phone with her bank. Each time she would hold up her index finger??and gesture for me to 'hold on' I would look up like some kind of paranoid squirrel waiting on a hawk to swoop down and carry me away. Long story short I'm an idiot....again.
Copyright © Robbie Mcclellan | Year Posted 2018
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