Mr. Or Mrs. Blow Me

Back in the 2000’s, I briefly worked at a appointment setting travel office that was on East Bay Drive and Keene Road in Largo, Florida.  It wasn’t too far from where I lived at the time, so I figured why not give it a try?  Didn’t say there long, the supervisor was a bit of a dick, but I digress.

They had a computerized system to handle the calls.  So I’m working through them on a Wednesday night, and I’m hearing this woman with an Asian accent going “Hello” at me.  I was speechless.

I looked at the computerized screen and couldn’t stop laughing.  If the information on the screen was correct, her first name was Blow and her last name was Me.  Now, there’s no way in hell I could address this woman as Miss or Mrs. Blow Me.  So I just bust out laughing.  But by the time I recompose myself, she was long gone, whoever she was.

So if it was a joke, and even if it wasn’t, well played.  The first and only time to date I have cracked up on the phones.

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Mr. Or Mrs. Blow Me

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