A woman can’t own a house?
23Aug11
The telephone rings.
Me: Hello?
Telemarketer: Hello, my name is Alan. Am I speaking to the man of the house?
Me: Yes.
Telemarketer: Great. I’m wondering if you can answer a short survey.
Me: Wait. Why do you need to speak to the man of the house?
Telemarketer: Yes, the man of the house.
Me: Why not the woman of the house?
Telemarketer: We’re looking for the male, the decision-maker. The man who owns the house.
Me: A woman can’t own a house?
Telemarketer hangs up.
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I really want them to call my house.
Any idea who that was? I so want to talk to them. It would make my day.
Wait, did you move to 1950 land?
If that’s the case, why did I get so many telemarketer calls when I lived alone and there was no man of the house?
Sounds like the idiot who asks for “Mr. X”, the vet of the house” – oops, dude – since when did SUE strike you as a man’s name? Johnny Cash fan much?
I SO want these idiots to call my house :>
No idea who, aside from “Alan”. He never identified his organization.
Dude, that WAS the survey. They’re collecting statistics on the state of misogyny in Canada. You passed the test!