Sheylara and the telemarketer

I was in a cab today, on my way to the HTC Touch Diamond media launch, making use of the time to frantically memorise as many lines as I could for my play, because first rehearsal was tonight and I was supposed to have all the lines memorised by then.

[She couldn't wait till they got out of there]

(This is a photo I took of Precious and myself in the Shangri-La toilet, where HTC launch was held. I mean, the launch was held in Shangri-La, not in the toilet. But I will blog about that another day. About the launch, not the toilet.)

Back in the cab.

A phone call came.

Ordinarily, I would have been quite pleased to entertain a telemarketer while in a cab because, as you know, there is nothing better to do when you’re stuck in a cab, anyway. Plus I have free incoming calls.

But today, I had a script to memorise.

So, when the caller introduced herself as being from Prudential, I planned to cut short the conversation by deploying my usual answer: “I’m unemployed and can’t afford whatever you’re selling.”


Something in what she said made me improv a new response.

She said, “I’m pleased to inform you that your residential zone has been selected for our new promotion.”

I remembered that I recently moved house.

So I asked her, “Do you know where I’m living now?”

That stumped her, for some strange reason.

“Er… umm…,” she said, “Er… OH, I mean your company. Yah, your company has been selected.”

That, of course, was the wrong answer.

I asked, “Do you know where I’m working now?”

This time she was stumped for a slightly shorter duration.

“Er… er… *clear throat* *shuffling sound* … MediaCorp?”

Wrong answer again. I left MediaCorp in 2002.

I said, “Oh, I’m no longer working there. Does that mean I’m not eligible for your promotion?”


She hung up on me!!!!

Just as well, I suppose. I didn’t have time to entertain her, anyway.