Hu-Dad is very fortunate in that he does all of his work from the study in the house, meaning he gets to be around us all of the time (that would be the fortunate part). Unfortunately, that also means he has to deal with the phone ringing and the incessant telemarketers.

Can you stop that phone ringing, Hu-Dad? I am trying to nap here.

Yesterday, the phone rang. Hu-Dad glanced at the caller ID and saw the call was coming from Utah. Fairly unlikely that the person calling knew us. Sighing, Hu-Dad answered the phone.

The first give-away was the clicking that a telemarketer is being connected. Robo calls may be illegal for the most part, but too many companies ignore the law and just use the dialing systems. Once the clicking ended, the call went something like this:

Telemarketer – May I speak to the manager please?

Hu-Dad – Manager? Of what?

T – Of The Thundering Herd.

HD – You want to speak to the manager of The Thundering Herd?

T – Yes.

HD – Uh. Ok. Is she expecting your call?

T – I am sure she will want to take this call.

HD – Ok. If you insist.

Hu-Dad looked at Natasha snoozing under his desk and gave her the phone.

What am I supposed to do with this?

QNTE – Sniff

T – Hello? Is this the manager.

QNTE – Woo.

T – Hello? Is somewhere there?

QNTE – Lick. Nibble.

T – Hello? Hello? Hello?

Why is this woman talking to me?

Hu-Dad says that was the best telemarketing call ever.