Who Needs Enemies? Prank War, Status Go.

Today I was innocently g-chatting with my fellow blogette when she decided to have a little fun. I had been complaining about this and that and expressing my general crabbiness - information she then exploited for the purpose of THIS

If we are being accurate here, I will fill in some of the gaps ....

TD is the only bank I do business with that harrasses me regularly for participation in surveys and new offers. TD is not my main bank and if they keep this up, they surely won't be. While I don't understand their policy of constant telephone sales, I understand that this is the burden I must bear in return for their very convenient hours and online banking. What I will not accept is innappropriate sales tactics such as I was forced to endure a couple months ago from a pushy telemarketer lady who propsed I should buy life insurance and when I consistently refused saying my mum would take care of it she responded: "Well what if you're mom was in a car crash and died?" I told her that I was lucky enough to also have a father. "Well what if they were both in the same car accident and died." I was so disgusted - apoplectic with rage and disbelief that I retorted: "They'd be fine!" and proceeded to hang up, hearing her smugly ask "They'd be fine?" as I did. I have regretted ever since hanging up the phone that day - I should have laid into her right then and there, ask for her supervisor etc. But I was so shocked and angry that I couldn't think rationally.

Since then I've received numerous calls from them, but always miss them until the last two weeks in which they've phoned thrice at the same time - the first two times I politely told them to call me back in the evening while not at work. The third: I did my business. I told them their policy was concerning at the least, offensive at most and always inconsiderate and poorly timed. I told the poor lady who had nothing to do with any of it I'm sure, that I had been forced to imagine a scenario in which both my parents had been killed violently (car crashes are violent y'all) and had been called while I was at work on multiple occasions including this one. I asked her to take me off their call list immediately and never call me again.

So you can imagine my rage when I get a call saying that I requested a call from them today. I said slowly "No... I did not ask you to call me back" my voice crescendoing reaching it's peak with "I told you to TAKE ME OFF YOUR CALL LIST. DON'T EVER CALL ME AGAIN!!" then slammed my phone off.

Minutes later I sheepishly realized the call was a prank from Ivana avec frere and began to feel like the biggest tool in the box. Who needs enemies with friends like this, eh?

Prank Wars are go.

What I'm Head Boppin' To (to soften the blow)

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