alpha pharm. the empty exchange

a cold caller, whom, with not the same ethnicity as me, but with all the same telephone mannerisms, the bright indifference, and empty pleasantries, calls up with their schpiel so mind numblingly versed I don't even hear what their 'deal' is. Something about web design.

"Goodmorning, blah blah blah. can I speak with the business owner please? Is that you?"

The irony.

me. "erm..I can give you our enquiries address and you can send an email and they can take it from there/will be forwarded on appropriately/I will make sure the right person sees it"

etc

we go through the rigmorale, I spell out the address. As I do so, "e.n.q.u.i.r.i.e.s. . . ", I idly consider what this person is staring at, or if they are even writing it down, or typing it, or even thinking about anything in any way related to the heinously insignificant issue at hand. it's nice just to be speaking to someone I guess.

They try one more tack, a shrug toward a semblance of pride in the job, can they get a name to address the email to? Well, it helps that I genuinely have no idea who they should address it to,

""to whom it may concern", will be fine, and then they can deal with it appropriately."

"thank you so much"

"have a wonderful day"

"and you."


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