I don't like answering the phone. This may seem incredibly odd to some since my job revolves around the phone (but I push through). While I am at home, I don't like answering the home phone because one of three people are on the other end: a telemarketer, an in-law with whom I have to make incredibly awkward conversation while racing to get Ching on the phone or this:
(The caller ID pops up on the television--it says Kevin Krise. I know no one of this name.)
JCW: "Hello?" I have a very pleasant hello, calming yet inviting, totally goes against the grain.
KK: "Taylor's Mom?"
JCW: Well hello to you too. "I believe you have the wrong number." Funny how I will give a total stranger the benefit of the doubt when I know with every breath in my body that he is wrong and I am write. Believe, Schmelieve.
KK: "I am looking for Taylor's mom?"
JCW: Dude, I get that. "You have the wrong number."
KK: "You don't have a daughter named Taylor?"
JCW: This is where I get pissed BECAUSE I actually doubt my own sanity--Do I have a daughter named Taylor? No, no, no...it's been a long day, but God damn--I have two daughters, Laurel and Rachel. And does this guy think that a mother wouldn't own up to her own daughter? Is she moody and terrible; mean and unkind? Sounds like I need to shield my girls from this Taylor. "Again...no, no one by Taylor lives here."
KK: "Okay"...sounding defeated and skeptical.
Listen KK, like I told the other Wangs...just two kids here, not three like some people want. Straight to voicemail next time...straight to voicemail....
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