Caller: My kid busted his eye open at school and I want to know how much money he is entitled to.
Me: Well, how did he hurt himself?
Caller: What do you mean?
Me: His eye didn’t bust open by itself did it?
Caller: I don’t know how he did it. But it happened at school!
Me: I understand that, but what was he doing to hurt himself?
Caller: It was a garbage can.
Me: Now we are getting somewhere. How did your son hurt himself on the garbage can?
Caller: I don’t know.
Me: You need to talk to your son to find out what happened.
Caller: I’m telling you it happened at school!
Me: That’s a great start, but did the garbage can jump up and hit your son?
Caller: I don’t know.
Me: Let’s assume that there were no magical garbage cans were present at your son’s school that day, what was he doing when he got hurt by the garbage can?
Caller: He was running around.
Me: That’s great. But you haven't told me anything that makes you have a case.
Caller: What do you mean? It happened at SCHOOL!
Me: Just because your son is a klutz doesn’t mean you get paid.
I get amazed at how often the idiocy repeats itself. I never get tired of laughing at it. Hopefully you still find this sort of things amusing. Now, if you'll excuse me, my phone is ringing again...
Thursday, July 23, 2009
There comes a point in time where subtle insults give way to direct mockery
Posted by The Namby Pamby at 1:30 PM
Labels: Phone calls make the day funny
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