Ummmmmmmmmmmmm
i don't know if any other unfortunate souls fall into the same unsuspecting demographic as i, but our airtel landline regularly subjects us to spam -- automated phone calls that cause you to say hello at least twice before the stupid canned music kicks in with some sort of unnecessary marketing message right after.
usually it's something to do with buy something and win something else. i never stick around long enough to find out. but at least the message will start with a fairly normal greeting, like, "hum aapko ek naye offer ke baare mein bataana chahte hain..." (i'm discounting the long-drawn-out, mis-emphasized and highly enthusiastic "hell-looo!" that is usually the first warning sign of do-not-call-ignoring misery to come.)
but, wait for it,
this time the message was, "hello! kya aap in garmiyon main feel kar rahe hain hot, hot?"
(i kid you not, this is verbatim, including the comma which indicates a pregnant pause of just the right length.)
now i wish i had waited to hear more. only the prospect of permanent brain damage scared me enough to click the "end" button on the phone.
airtel clearly needs a life.
Labels: English Major Syndrome, Home, Idiotry
