When She Asks For Something, Boy, She Means It

I'm now a BlackBerry person. And I'm sure the novelty and fun will wear off soon enough, but this morning as I'm sitting at the Starbucks drive thru and I noticed my little red light start flashing indicating I just received a new message...well...I got a stiffy. Getting my email anywhere I am? Dudes...I suspected I'd love it...I just didn't know how much. Even though it was just some junk mail telling me about shoes I can't afford. It could have been important, though! It could have been an opportunity of a lifetime! A prince from Nigeria wanting to give me money! Or links to porn! In my car! At the drive thru!!!

!!!

Yeah. It'll wear off.

But, my main purpose for reporting this has yet to be mentioned. Oh, I know. Excitement builds...

In getting the 'berry, I changed service providers. I ported my number over which left me with the one that had originally been the ex-husband's number at my current provider. I just called them to cancel. Now...they did their thing that they have to do to maybe keep some of my dollars in their pockets and gave me ideas and suggestions as to why I would want to keep that line of service. And I knew they'd keep handing me ideas until they wore me down and I said "Fine! I'll keep it. Just stop talking!"

But they misunderestimated me. Oh yes. I instead pulled this line on them:

"Ya know...this line was my ex-husband's and I just really don't want anything to do with it anymore" as I then laugh and cackle like the crazy bitter woman I truly am not. I should be nominated for an Independent Spirit Award for this one! Why? Because the salespitch promptly ended and I was given the date my service would turn off.

So, there's a handy tip on how to handle salespeople that won't shut it. The ex-spouse card! Sure it's phony and manipulative...but so are they. So there.