May I Take Your Order?
Today, my parents went a step to far. Instead of using me as their own personal 411 operator as per usual (1-800-FREE-411 is beyond them), my dad called and asked me to call and order Chinese take out for him. I love that he took the time to call me to order, but couldn't call and order himself.I am not a personal assistant, nor am I a take-out orderer. I hate the phone and despise calling people, especially people I don't know. You know what's worse? Calling someone I don't know three states away, over a cell phone with poor connection and trying to communicate with a man whose accent is so Deck the Halls fa-ra-ra-ra-ra that I can't figure out whether I actually ordered what I was supposed to. Good times.
posted by E @1:54 AM