I'm writing some stories advancing our local, happy little spring festival. I just called a man in charge of one group of events, just to get a fluffy little quote, you know, promote his events. So I call the only number given to me by the festival office. He answers, I introduce myself and say why I'm calling and ask if this would be a good time to speak with him. Some kind of unintelligible, evil-sounding grumbling, then "What is this about? Who are you with?" I'm writing some stories about the festival for the local paper and was hoping to find out a little more about your events. "How did you get this number?!?!" Uh, I called the office. I'm sorry, is this not a good time? "No, it's not a good time. I have two people in my office! This is not a good time! Call me tomorrow if you have to, then I can talk to you allllll you want." Okay, sir, thank you very much! (she says cheerfully, mentally giving him the bird)
Come on, dude, not my fault. Tell your office not to give out your cell number. Or, gasp!, if you're that freakin' busy, just don't answer your phone. Get a life.
And get this, he's in charge of community events, as in, we all love each other so much, isn't our town wonderful! A bit miscast in that role, I think.
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It is the most wonderful time of the year, huh? Sounds like a pleasant start to Come See Me. I seriously hope those British people aren't back again this year. I mean, really, there's so much more fun stuff in the U.S. than that.
Must practice my froggy headline writing.
Shana
At first I was going to suggest that maybe he was working nights and he was asleep when you called (seems like that always happened during my halcyon newpaper days) but as I read further, no, he was just being a jerk. Great P.R. for his event.
"Joe Schmoe, coordinator for the event, refused to talk with Daily News reporter..." :)
Shana, so far I've kept the frogaliciousness to a minimum. I got a bit amphibian happy in the story about kids events, but I've restrained myself elsewhere. Though never fear, plenty of cheesy leads about flowers and spring and so forth.
Crazy enough, I'll probably go to some of this year's events for the first time in the, oh, five springs I've lived here. I should buy a Glen t-shirt.
Ooooh, so much to look forward to!
I was commenting to Deborah about the British people continuing to visit, and she was annoyed that I have never been to a CSM event yet was critical about it. Dude, seriously, more to the U.S., or world for that matter, than CSM. Really.
A Glen shirt? I'm scared!!
Shana
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