One of the accounts I take calls for is the American Red Cross financial donation line. Some people need to be transferred to other departments, some people actually donate. Tonight my co-workers and I had a rude and cursing conspiracy theorist. He interrupts my intro spiel midway and launches into his thing. Apparently, this man was accusing me and the ARC of “billions of dollars in fraud, killing millions of people with [our] blood, and fucking us over like the Al-Qaeda Red Cross”
Dude is crazy.
I said in my gentlest voice “Sir, if you can’t be polite with me, I’m going to have to disconnect with you.” HE. FLIPS. HIS. SHIT. Repeatedly calling me a “stupid bitch” and a “fucking bitch”. So I hung up that first time.
He calls again and mentions the ARC commercial “you’ve been killing millions of people since the 1980s-1990s”
“Well sir I wouldn’t know anything about that (it was before I was born??!?)”
“Stupid bitch you’d better do your FUCKIN research, etc etc”
“Duly noted, sir.” Click.
I’m pissed now. Like, you wanna go, asshole? Let’s play, motherfucker.
He calls a third time. I’m not about to get yelled at again. Fuck that noise. I read my intro bit again, but this time, in Spanish. Silence on the other end of the line. It. Is. Beautiful. I even read the bit where I ask if he can hear me in Spanish.
Don’t expect to repeatedly call me stupid and get away with it. Uh-uh.