But, in my defense, it was the third call in two days from the credit card people.
After having made it clear that I WAS. NOT. INTERESTED.
And of course, after I got off the phone and stopped shaking, I thought of all manner of clever things I could have said.
Better things than, "WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME AGAIN?! I WAS PHONED TWICE YESTERDAY!!!"
And, "YES IT WAS YOUR CREDIT CARD COMPANY!!!"
And, "NO! I TOLD THEM I WAS NOT INTERESTED! I DON'T HAVE TO HAVE A REASON!!!"
After requesting to be taken off their phoning list again...
...(it may have sounded like "DON'T PHONE ME ANY MORE!!!") ...
I turned back to the dinner table to face the boys who were both looking at me like I had just stepped off a space ship from Pluto, (which is where I would come from, since it is the dwarf planet now).
Was I a little... um... testy? Did I come across a little nasty? Mean and cranky?
There's nothing like persistent telephone solicitation to put you in jeopardy of losing your salvation.