Phone rings at Wonderland.
I'm called over the intercom, call on line one.
Me: Thanks for holding, how may I help you.
Crazy Lady: How do you say your name.
Me: Pronounce my name.
CL: I've been trying to figure that out. You sent my husband a birthday card on my birthday. And I just wanted to let you know he is not a single man. He is not separated. I don't know what he's been telling you.
Me: Excuse me? I send my customers cards all the time.
CL: Well this was a very personal card.
Me: Ma'am, I we send birthday cards to customers.
CL: How did you get our information?
Me: Did you ever purchase an item from Wonderland?
CL: No.
Me: *Looking at the phone* Well, you came up in the database.
CL: He's not worth having and if you want to take him off my hands, that's fine.
Me: I don't know your husband and there is nothing going on there.
CL: So, your manager would approve of you sending this card.
Me: He sure would. *Thinking, bitch this card came from the Dollar Store and it was .50. How personal can it be?* What does the card say.
She reads it and in essence it says, Birthdays are days when the clouds roll away. Happy Birthday to a special person. It was actually kind of inspirational, which goes along with the alleged "Christian based" philosophy of Wonderland.
Me: OK. I've sent out plenty of those cards.
CL: I've called your cell phone and you wouldn't answer, so I decided to call you at work.
Me: OK. *Thinking, if I was fucking your husband, why would I send him my business card and why was I dumb enough to put my cell phone number on my cards? UGH!*
CL: Well, I'm going to keep checking into this.
Me: All righty then.
Spell checks my resume.
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