Reprinted with permission, from a poster at the EssentialBaby forum. Emphasis is mine.
Phone rings. I pick up phone while kids are playing in the background.
Telemarketer (TM): [On hearing the noise] “Oh… you’re a Mum!”
Me: “Ummmm… Yes?”
TM: “Oh well, then you wouldn’t be able to do our survey anyway”.
Me: “RIght… I probably wouldn’t WANT to do your survey, but why CAN’T I do your survey?”
TM: “‘Cause you’re just a Mum, and I need people who work!”
Me: [Hackles up] “Oooooooo kkkkkkkkkk… so you don’t think the work Mums do makes them worthy of doing your survey?”
TM: [Back peddling] “Oh, I DIDN’T mean THAT! Just that spending all day with children means you wouldn’t know the answers to certain questions in our survey… regarding the media, politics etc!
We do have a section on shopping though!”
Me: “I HATE shopping!”
TM: [Genuinely surprised] “Oh? Well what do you do then?”
Me: “Well… where do I start… when I’m not looking after my children, I work 2 days a week in an office and teach at University 2 afternoons a week!”
TM: [Complete change in her tone] “Oh well in THAT case!”
Me: [Had enough!] “I’m sorry but I have to go and change a nappy!”
Clunk! [Me hanging up]
(Mum, Graphic Designer/Art Director, Tertiary Lecturer)
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