At least the calls today are AMUSING instead of inflamatory...

[captain_slinky]

Upper-Middle-Aged Female Customer who has just been through a divorce and knows nothing about computers because that's what her husband always did, realizing that she shoudl really let her Teenage Son, Brian, handle the re-connection of Internet.

Hang on... let me get you my Son, Brian. He knows much more about this stuff than I do. Just... hang on!

**shuffle, shuffle, stomptompstomp**

BRIAN! BRIAN WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE ARE Y- Oh, Sean! Have you seen your Brother?

**mumblemumblemumble, sounds a bit like a friendly "I can help you, mother, what do you need?" type of speaking**

No, I don't need the IDIOT-SON, I need Brian! BRAIN! BRIAN WHERE ARE YOU? I NEED YOU TO TALK TO THE COMCAST! BRIAN?!?!?"

Comments

[freydis.livejournal.com]

parents like that suck.

Though, I did get alot of "why can't you be more like your little sister?!?" when I was a-growing up.

[captain-slinky.livejournal.com]

I was The Baby, so I have no idea what you're talking about. Every action I took was Golden and to be cherished :P

[closer-to-fine.livejournal.com]

I feel sorry for that kid. That kind of thing scars children for life.

She actually called him the Idiot Son?

[captain-slinky.livejournal.com]

Yes she did... but it was said lovingly?