Monthly Archives: September 2003

 
A Persistent Caller

A few weeks ago, the telephone rang at around 8:30 pm.  I answered the phone, and the man on the other end asked, “May I speak to Mrs. Chang?” I asked, “who is this?” and the man said, “(something, something) fire department.”  I figured this man was a solicitor, since they’re the only ones who call asking for “Mrs. Chang.”  My parents never want to talk to salespeople, so I told the man, “I’m sorry, but she’s busy and can’t talk right now.” 

The salesman persisted and said, “Then can I speak to your dad?”  I told him, “he’s busy, too.”  The salesman wouldn’t give up, so I asked him to wait and went to ask my dad. Continue reading →