So, skydiving has been on my things-to-do list for a good long time now. It kept getting put off. First I didn't have the age to go skydiving. Then I didn't have the money. Then I didn't have the health. Yadda yadda yadda. Now, finally, I'm in a position that I can manage to go skydiving and it might not be a large window of opportunity. So I call the place. His phone connection is choppy, which doesn't bother me, but so was his attitude. This does bother me. Chopped, clipped, impatient. Not to mention a bit money hungry. I call and there's no information offered. Just two questions: What time do you want to jump? What's the credit card number?
I am not impressed.
I can appreciate that they probably get phone calls from people who waste their time. I can appreciate that it is a place of business. Heck, I even get that people who do this for a living probably tend to like to live a little (okay, a lot) harder and faster than I do. Nonetheless, I really didn't like his tone. Dude, would it kill you to not sound inconvenienced from the "hello" on? Do you only grow a sense of civility once you have a hold of my deposit? Is this the kind of person I want to be strapped to and relying upon not to turn me into a minor dent on the earth's surface? Insensitivity and I don't get along so well and I would like to enjoy this.
Thankfully, hubby has the credit card so I have a couple hours to think about whether or not I want to give this place my business... and to see if I can get life insurance before this weekend.
- Pondering the art of blogging: Is it wise to reread and publish something immediately after writing it? Would it not be wise to come back to it with a fresh eye later? Probably. Oh well.
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