Damn agents

An agent from so and so phoned me. I told the agent that the person he was looking for (me) is not around and will not be back till next month. The man asked for my name and I told him, officemate niya. After hearing my response, the man immediately asked me why I sounded unhappy. Irritated, I hang-up; and dialed every number I know to keep my phone busy.

Last Saturday, another agent called me at home. The agent says that he is working for a so and so company, and claims that this so and so company is an affiliate of HSBC and Citibank. He offered me a discount card with free insurance. I told the persistent man that I am not interested. But he was too pushy and even told me all the places where I could avail big discounts by using the card.

To cut the story short, he asked for my credit card number. Surprised, I told him why in the world should I disclose such information to anyone. He replied by saying it's the company's policy. Like duh? I am not stupid. Without further explanation, I hanged the phone. If I am not too keen, he could've gotten my credit card number and use my credits. Damn agent!

I don't know the problem of these people. They're not funny anymore. Before, I used to feel for them because I know it's not easy convincing other people to listen to what they're saying. But this time. . . No more miss nice girl !!!!!! I am going to be rude. . .