all the gods would bless her mightily.
I am a Christian, but I find this hilarious.
“Go to the windoooooooooow.”
Perhaps that is what the prayer line person believes, and to her, it was the same as what the caller wanted?
Amen! I haven't laughed as hard in weeks!
I would love to have been at the deacon's meeting where that decision was made! I can hear them now, “What could possibly go wrong?”
My wife and I are convinced the world is slowly but surely grinding to a halt. Almost nothing works like it should any longer. Some things just do as well, but others have ground to a full stop. It's so rare to deal with a company or complete a transaction and have it go without hitch that I make it a point to tell people who've done their job well how rare that is and how some of us, usually the old pharts, do know the difference!
I don't know how we go about making it happen but the only solution I see is to bring all those jobs back to America and simply pay what it costs to have it done here. The transition would be hell on Earth, but after a while the laws of business would start to take over again and those who can't hack it will be weeded out. I try never to call customer support and make it a point to get off the line right away if it's obvious I'm talking to someone who barely speaks my language. I know it's probably rude, but not nearly as rude as I get when I've wasted 20 minutes trying to make sense of what they're telling me, after I've wasted 20 minutes while they try to make sense of what I'm telling them. Then there's the 20 minutes when neither of us has any idea what the problem is or how to address it.
I've posted this before, but I think this thread warrants a re-posting for those who might have missed it. It does a great job of explaining our frustration:
By the time you read through this YOU WILL UNDERSTAND “TENJOOBERRYMUDS”...
In order to continue getting-by in America (our home land), we all need to learn the NEW English language! Practice by reading the following conversation until you are able to understand the term “TENJOOBERRYMUDS”.
With a little patience, you'll be able to fit right in.
Now, here goes...
The following is a telephone exchange between maybe you as a hotel guest and call room-service somewhere in the good old U S A today......
Room Service : “Morrin. Roon sirbees.”
Guest : “Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service.”
Room Service: “ Rye . Roon sirbees...morrin! Joowish to oddor sunteen???”
Guest: “Uh..... Yes, I'd like to order bacon and eggs.”
Room Service: “Ow July den?”
Guest: “.....What??”
Room Service: “Ow July den?!?... pryed, boyud, poochd?”
Guest: “Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry.. scrambled, please.”
Room Service: “Ow July dee baykem? Crease?”
Guest: “Crisp will be fine.”
Room Service: “Hokay. An Sahn toes?”
Guest: “What?”
Room Service: “An toes. July Sahn toes?”
Guest: “I.... don't think so.”
RoomService: “No? Judo wan sahn toes???”
Guest: “I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what ‘judo wan sahn toes’ means.”
RoomService: “Toes! Toes!...Why Joo don Juan toes? Ow bow Anglish moppin we bodder?”
Guest: “Oh, English muffin!!! I've got it! You were saying ‘toast’... Fine...Yes, an English muffin will be fine.”
RoomService: “We bodder?”
Guest: “No, just put the bodder on the side.”
RoomService: “Wad?!?”
Guest: “I mean butter... just put the butter on the side.”
RoomService: “Copy?”
Guest: “Excuse me?”
RoomService: “Copy...tea..meel?”
Guest: “Yes. Coffee, please... and that's everything.”
RoomService: “One Minnie. Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish moppin, we bodder on sigh and copy ... rye??”
Guest: “Whatever you say.”
RoomService: “Tenjooberrymuds.”
Guest: “You're welcome”
Remember I said “By the time you read through this YOU WILL UNDERSTAND ‘TENJOOBERRYMUDS’ “......and you do, don't you! PS I'm sure you can just imagine the fun the spell checker had with this!!