pam
09-17-2003, 05:06 PM
Nice to see things haven't changed much while I was gone :)
I received an email from a new customer who had some questions about me and my business before he placed his first order. I asked where he was from, because *cough* not all products can be shipped to all areas of the USA. He told me he was from California, but just got back -- and tried to impress me by telling me he's been overseas "fighting for freedom" for the past few years. Naturally, I asked what branch of the service he was in. He emailed back to say he was part of the team that rescued the "hostages" from Iraq.
So, I played dumb, wide-eyed female.
"Wow, you mean like you were like one of those hunky guys in a uniform with like a big gun who rescued that poor little girl Jessica"? (how do people talk that stupid and not exhaust themselves?)
His first response:
"i was 1 of the guys who got her out im a seal trained 2 do that"
So, I figure it's time to play with this 'seal'.
"Wow, a big strong hunk and a seal too? I thought it was the forest rangers that rescued her coz I heard thta on the news." (hey, playing dumb can be fun yanno).
His last email to me: "lol pam not forest rangers were in the navy were navy seals and navy rangers".
It's been 3 days since he's responded, but maybe it's because of what I said to him:
"Golly gee, you impressed me -- you're one hell of a bad liar! First of all, they're Navy SEALs, not some aquatic mammal. Secondly, they're ARMY Rangers, not Navy Rangers. I happen to know several real deals -- that is, REAL Navy SEALs and REAL Army Rangers -- perhaps I could pass along your email to them so they could verify your credentials for me? :)
Do me a favor, go away. Don't even attempt to tell me you have a Tab, because the only 'tab' you're familiar with is from the top of a beer can. Don't try to tell me you have a "coin" -- use that quarter to call someone who gives a damn. Oh, and don't try to tell me what class you graduated from -- junior high is about as far as you've ever gotten.
Now, go slither off to some bar and try to impress some doe-eyed, gullible, siliconed chick, because your bovine excrement isn't wanted around here."
Pathetic, huh?
I received an email from a new customer who had some questions about me and my business before he placed his first order. I asked where he was from, because *cough* not all products can be shipped to all areas of the USA. He told me he was from California, but just got back -- and tried to impress me by telling me he's been overseas "fighting for freedom" for the past few years. Naturally, I asked what branch of the service he was in. He emailed back to say he was part of the team that rescued the "hostages" from Iraq.
So, I played dumb, wide-eyed female.
"Wow, you mean like you were like one of those hunky guys in a uniform with like a big gun who rescued that poor little girl Jessica"? (how do people talk that stupid and not exhaust themselves?)
His first response:
"i was 1 of the guys who got her out im a seal trained 2 do that"
So, I figure it's time to play with this 'seal'.
"Wow, a big strong hunk and a seal too? I thought it was the forest rangers that rescued her coz I heard thta on the news." (hey, playing dumb can be fun yanno).
His last email to me: "lol pam not forest rangers were in the navy were navy seals and navy rangers".
It's been 3 days since he's responded, but maybe it's because of what I said to him:
"Golly gee, you impressed me -- you're one hell of a bad liar! First of all, they're Navy SEALs, not some aquatic mammal. Secondly, they're ARMY Rangers, not Navy Rangers. I happen to know several real deals -- that is, REAL Navy SEALs and REAL Army Rangers -- perhaps I could pass along your email to them so they could verify your credentials for me? :)
Do me a favor, go away. Don't even attempt to tell me you have a Tab, because the only 'tab' you're familiar with is from the top of a beer can. Don't try to tell me you have a "coin" -- use that quarter to call someone who gives a damn. Oh, and don't try to tell me what class you graduated from -- junior high is about as far as you've ever gotten.
Now, go slither off to some bar and try to impress some doe-eyed, gullible, siliconed chick, because your bovine excrement isn't wanted around here."
Pathetic, huh?