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| 01/15/2008: "Hey, Mumbles!"
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I've mentioned this before, but it's surprising how often messages such as the following appear on my voicemail:
Hi, this is Joe calling from Jersey, and I'm very interested in your flutes. Would you please call me back so we can discuss the options for placing an order? Anyway, my phone number is [unintelligible]. Thanks, hope to hear from you soon!
Many's the time I've listened to such messages eight or ten times, unsuccessfully trying to sort out the rushed and mumbled digits dictated therein. Here are two suggestions for those who'd like to discuss flutes:
1. If possible, don't use the phone. Email instead, and if you wish, include your phone # in the message.
2. If you insist on calling, please state your number slowly and clearly, preferably repeating it.
If a followup sale had resulted from just half of those unintelligible and unreturned calls, I'd have raised enough dough to survive the rest of this winter. Instead, these dankly frigid days find us in knead yet again.
That pun was unpremeditated, I swear-- it just bubbled up spontaneously! The fevered fermentation of an impishly overactive imagination often leads to such mischief, but that's the yeast of our worries right now.
Geez, I've been hanging out with yeast too much over the past few months; that's what winemaking will do to a dude. OK, back to flutes-- which really means that I should sign off now and get back to the dusty bits. More later today, perhaps... --r.
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