Last October, I wrote about some daily phone calls I was receiving from our banking institution.
The daily courtesy calls requesting to speak with The Husband went on for many months. The calls petered out in February and happened sporadically after that. A few times a week. None for a week, then they'd start up again. The vast majority of calls came in the morning around 10 am, despite my repeated repeated repeated requests that they should phone in the evening if they wanted to reach The Husband.
Yes, they came close once or twice. But still no evening calls.
Several weeks ago, the phone calls started up again....every single morning. I didn't even tell them when would be a better time to call. 10 months of calls can take the fun out of anything, I guess.
This past Friday night, at 8:50 pm, the phone rang. It was the friendly courtesy call from the bank, looking for The Husband. And he was home.
After 10 months, they finally got their man. And then they tried to trick him into agreeing to some reverse billing life insurance.
I was not impressed.
The conversation on The Husband's end of the line went something like this:
"No, I'm not interested."
"No, I'm really not interested."
"No, I'm not giving you that information over the phone."
"Exactly what branch of our friendly banking institution are you calling from?"
"I think I'll just look at that info online before I make a decision like that."
"I can't look at it online?"
"Sure. Fine. You can put the information in the mail."
"Woah woah woah woah woah....no...I did not just agree to that.
"Are you telling me you're wanting me to agree to negative billing???"
"No.....no.....goodbye. Goodbye. Thanks but no. No."
"DO NOT SEND ME ANYTHING IN THE MAIL. I AM NOT INTERESTED IN NEGATIVE BILLING."
Ah. Friday nights at the Mahoney household.
One of the many reasons that's why there's always beer in our fridge.