Blocked Call

Damn you, alumni phone-a-thon!

OK, so last year I said I'd give a donation to my college and I "forgot" to mail the form back.  I suppose I was naive to think I'd gotten away with it... 

Thursday, 7:25 pm, my phone rings.  I glance at the caller i.d. 

Blocked Call. 

Now, there are only two people in my life whose numbers show up as blocked: my uncle John and my sissy.  I assumed it was the latter.

"Hi Sissy."

Only, this wasn't Sissy.  This was a perky, bright eyed bushy tailed voice who after a brief pause tentatively asked, "Um, is this Sarah?" 

Shit.  A frigging telemarketer?  No, we signed that do not call list.  Or, actually...was this alumni pledge drive time?  Surely I hadn't been duped again?  No!

"Sarah?"  The polite voice asked again.

"Yes, yes it is, whoa, I thought you were my sister!"  And the babbling commences.

"Oh, is this a bad time?"

I couldn't be rude, but let's face it, I didn't have the energy.  "No, it's just, I thought you were my sister.  (a pause.)  She's pregnant." 

I'm not sure why I felt the need to add in that last bit, perhaps it was my desperate attempt at being let off the hook?  (I can't donate this year!  My sister's with child!)

The poor girl was a trooper: "Oh, do you need to go?  Is this a bad time?  Are you waiting for her to call?"

Good God, now I was actually causing phone solicitors to want to hang up on me. 

I sucked it up, explained how I'd misplaced the form last year, and yes, I'd love to donate, etc and so on.  When she asked if I had any alumni news I'd like to report, I answered, "No, not really, actually."

She waxed positive: "Well, no news is good news, right?"

I don't know much, but I do know this: when you're an alumni of a college for dance, music and theater, no news is not good news.  No news is bad news.  At least in the world of theater geekery it is.  Does my older sister being pregnant count?

All in all, our conversation turned out to be pretty painless, minus most of what came out of my mouth, of course.  (Sometimes I'm a very bad talker.) 

Until next Fall...

Damn you, alumni phone-a-thon!

Comments

[Sissy]

How did they even get your new number? Did our parents sell you out? My alumni stuff still gets sent to Mom and Dad's house so they call them, not me. Unfortunately, when the book of "Where is everyone?" came out for the reunion I looked like a 32 year old spinster loser living with her parents with no job. If you don't mind that then.....

[Weinerdog]

Thank GOD they don't have my phone # !!!!!
That's all I'm saying!

[Amy]

- Cost of a Kappy's Cheesesteak: $3.00

- Amount of credit card debt accrued during college: $5,000.00

- Cost of a college education in Tap dancing: $100,000.00

- Number of professional jobs after graduation: 1

- Being able to tell a perky musical theater student that I will never ever give money to that god-forsaken school: Priceless

[Weinerdog]

Loooooove it!!!!

The Odd Broad was a hit w/ the Brits by the by!
There's a great pic of you & Emma Thompson.

[The Odd Broad]

They got my number, sadly, because I was stupid enough to give it to them.

Am, you do have a professional job after graduation! You're a teacher! I agree with Weinie, though, I love it.

And I loved the Brits! I think it's funny that woman didn't think she looked like Emma Thomson.

xoxo