Yellow Pages

[Banditgberg]

ME: Hey you reached ##### Management how may i help you?
Yellow Pages: Hello this is Sam from Yellow Pages can i verify some information?
ME: Sir, i can hear you are in a call center in India no way your name is Sam.
YP: Sam is my short name.
ME: Give me your long name for verification that this is really the yellow pages trying to sell me ad space.
YP: "Afarisanti (Patel)"
Me: Thank your Mr. Assfartini, i would like to tell you about a nigerian businessman named idi who has teamed up with Rick Astley to bring you smooth music from the yester year with an upbeat vibe, but the money is stuck in a lock box and only you can open it up with your "l-oh-l documents."
YP: No thank. I want to see if you would be interested in....
ME: Sir please hold and i will buy whatever you are selling as my company has struck it rich through selling high-tech VCRs through the dotcom stage of neutron science!!
<Place phone next to speaker and Rick Rolled him for the whole song!!!>
ME: Sam you there?
YP: Yes
ME: Great. I will never let you down Sam or hurt you. But i gotta drop a deuce.
YP: Sir, i would like to verify...
ME: I love you Sam.

*move to 4lyfe

[yid3655]

lol nh

[AbreuTime]

He wasn't trying to sell you anything.


(Boooo, go home!! Abreu you suck! Rickrolls 4 Evar!!!)

[mindflayer]

Wow Rickrolled on the phone!!

[Banditgberg]

I was a little scared that this was some sort of "quality control" type of call, but i went for it anyways. i am such a rebel desk jockey without a cause!