Poloma, you needed me there to deal with the soliciting phone call for you.
I snapped some poor bugger's head off last night. He called asking if I wanted to participate in a consumer survey and I very politely told him no thank you and to please take me off his phone list, and he interrupted me, insisting that this wasn't a sales call and would only take 10 minutes of my time.
Ooooooooo.
Red flag to a bull! Or in this case, a very pregnant stroppy cow!
I tore a strip off him about how invasive and disrespectful it was to solicit people at home in the evenings - no matter what the reason - and told him to get some manners - when someone tells you no, that is the answer. Full stop.
And blah blah blah and another thing and raaaaaahhhhhhhhhrrrr!
Then I hung up, flushed with raging, self-righteous preggo hormones!
It probably didn't help that I had been watching David Attenborough nature specials and was all full of furious mama-leopard-protecting-her-cub-from-hyenas energy.
All the same, the twit was given a polite answer that he chose to ignore. Dangerous thing to do when you might have a cranky pregnant woman at the other end of the line!
I sure hope I get my usual sweet temper back soon.
(flutters eyelashes innocently)
I seem to be a tad volcanic these days.