I got an incoming call from (possibly) a family of alligators

This is from a few years ago when I worked for an ISP that mostly handled the rural US south. I got an incoming call from what I envisioned as a family of alligators. This is how the conversation went to the best of my recollection:

Me: Thank you for calling Rural ISP, this is ME, how can I help you?

Gator:Rarr rar ra Rara raaa

Me: I'm sorry, I didn't get that, can you please repeat that?

Gator:Rarr rar ra Rara raaa!

Me:.......

Me: Sir, I'm sorry but I'm -

Gator: RIRRR?! RI'm arr rarry!

Me: Mam? Sorry, my mistake! I'm having difficulties understand -

Gator: Ru rang righ! Ruu rant runderrann Rengrish!

Me: ... I see... Mam, is there anybody else there that I can speak with?

Gator: Yeahrrr run rec...

Gator: Rrree! Rrreeeeee! Red rover rere. Rang ridiot ere rant runderrann reee

Gator:... run rec....

Me: Great! Thank you and sorry about that!

Gator: Ruhhh huhhh... get er done!

I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing this will soon be over...

Gator2: ello?

Me: Hi! This is me from Rural ISP, what's going on, how can I help you?

Gator2:Rarr rar ra Rara raaa

I hung up after this. Just, nope.

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