FUCK THAT GUY.

(Copied and pasted from my myspace bulletin today.)

Today at work, I picked up a phone call from a guy who started speaking in Mandarin for a good minute before I got to cut in and say, "Sorry, I don't speak Mandarin".

Then he converts to English, I mean, broken English. (Yes, he's what's known to be a "Fob", you jerk.)

So I take his message down to forward to Attorney so-and-so, and after the whole deal, we were about to hang up. But before we do, he asks... "Wush yer nem?"

I said, "Sandy."

He replies, "Hah?! Sabell it"

So I spelled it, "S-A-N-D-Y."

Then he's got the nerve to say, "Noooo. Das not yer nem!"

I was thinking... what the fuck. Is this guy seriously telling me what's not my name? So I said "Yes, that IS my name."

His reply was, "... Ar yu a gentamen, or a laaady?"

All I said was, "Wow. Are you serious?"

Then he says, "Det nem only wumen haf. No reely men wif det nem. Haa haa..."

This guy's got insults without knowing he's insulting! I'm like getting punked at work by a broken-English speaking Taiwanese man. Sonofabitch.

But yeah...






















...FUCK THAT GUY.

Oh and, I didn't forward his message he left for the attorney.