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Do you ever get tired of those annoying phone calls
from sales It was precisely one of these moments when I received a call from "Trixie". Just the sound of her name brought to my mind images of Ellie Mae Clampet. "Is this Mrs. Brimer?" Trixie had pronounced my name wrong, immediately I knew I was in for a long type written speech to lure me into a new roof with 100-year guarantee. What a DEAL!! and with prepayment on my credit card I could get free spa treatments for 1 whole week. It was at that exact moment, I chose to NOT hang-up and work my wiles on "Trixie". Trixie, sounding rather excited herself, explained that I had won a lifetime subscription to the choice of 5 magazines. I became utterly and totally elated. I jumped up and down whooped and hollered and kept yelling "Oh my Goodness... Oh My goodness...." One would have thought Ed McMahon had come to my door. I heard the light chuckle of my husband in the next room. Poor Trixie had a hard time calming me down, I told her how I never win anything I was so super super excited. She told me all about my prize and for just $60 dollars a year, I can swap those magazines around any time I wanted to. I could even add 5 more subscriptions to my winnings. Trixie was beside herself when I started bawling my eyes out. Mrs. Brimer had an emotional breakdown. Between great heaving sobs I was able to blurt out my teary eyed story. "Trixie, why didn't you call me last week? If you had only called me last week I could have used my credit card." But Mrs. Brimer, you can still... Trixie was cut off by more wailing, "No I can't" I said... sobbing as hard as I could. "My husband got the credit card bills last month." I tried to take a breath, but the sobs kept coming, "He took away all my credit cards." Small rapid breathing in between sobs. I am really trying to quit crying so I can talk to Trixie. "Every single one. Even my check card. The ATM card too... He cut them up. the BAS$#%." There was dead silence on the other end phone. Trixie was too stunned to say a word. A laugh escaped and I covered it up by adding it to a hysterical scream. "I only spent fifteen thousand dollars on QVC, I don't know why he is so upset." I am still hysterically crying. but a new emotion is emerging... ANGER. "I mean, I cook, I clean, I slave over this house, shouldn't I be allowed just a little allowance." Trixie by this time is no longer interested in making her sale. She has now begun subtle attempts to get me off the phone. Well, um Mrs. Brimer, I am sure that things will get better. I have to go now. "Wait I yell. I know what you can do." This maniacal jubilation echoes through my voice. "YOU... YOU can access his credit card account information can't you!" I am getting more excited by the moment. "You can tap into the credit information center, and Oh yeah... and you can get that number for me I already know the expiration date.. cause I use it all the time... and you can get me the number, and then I can have my winnings. Heck.. you can even get yourself a couple of magazines too.. I promise I won't tell him you have any." The next thing I hear is click and a beep beep beep
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