When someone supposedly named "George" or "Eddie" calls and is kind enough to want to fix Fio's computer if she will just turn the controls over to him, she is very wary--with two semester of Hindi and three years of Telegu under her belt, Fiorella knows an Indian accent when she hears one.
"Does your mother know what you are doing?" she has been known to ask. Other times she has been mean enough to inquire which computer her caller is referring to, an inquiry which results in a phone being slammed down in her ear. Yesterday, "William" started out by saying her computer was doing fine, but . . . . The second Fio heard the "b" start to form, she shouted an appreciative Thanks! into the phone and clicked off.
Feel free to use any or all of the above when Bangalore calls.
Showing posts with label phone. Show all posts
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Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Repaired!
It was THEIR fault!
Friday evening, Husband spent an hour on the phone, working his way up through the chain of command till he got someone who could authorize a Verizon repairmen to come to the house on Saturday morning instead of waiting till next Thursday. The repairman checked us out and the problem was not with our phone, not with the line, not with the jack. IT WAS WITH VERIZON. Yes, one of their people had hit the wrong switch and turned us into a dial phone instead of a touch phone, knocking us off the grid.
Now about those TV channels that aren't coming in . . . .
Friday evening, Husband spent an hour on the phone, working his way up through the chain of command till he got someone who could authorize a Verizon repairmen to come to the house on Saturday morning instead of waiting till next Thursday. The repairman checked us out and the problem was not with our phone, not with the line, not with the jack. IT WAS WITH VERIZON. Yes, one of their people had hit the wrong switch and turned us into a dial phone instead of a touch phone, knocking us off the grid.
Now about those TV channels that aren't coming in . . . .
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