When the phone rang at 9:15 am, I had no idea who it could be – I mean who calls this early in the morning anyway? I thought to myself as I rolled over and grabbed the antiquated corded phone off its cradle on my husband’s bedside table.
“Hi, may I please speak to Carrie?” said a way too perky for 9:15am female voice.
“This is she.” I answered, trying my best to sound pert and awake. It doesn’t matter if I am talking to a total stranger or someone I know well, I always try to sound like I am awake when I am really not while receiving calls.
“Hi! This is We Kick Your Butt Gym! (Name changed to protect the innocent) Your payment information is expired and I need to either renew the current credit card you have on file, or update it with a new one. Would you like to take care of that right now?”
For a moment I ponder when exactly the last time I set foot in that gym was, and upon realizing that it was three months ago . . . for my friend’s daughter’s birthday party (Oh yes, I remember, there was cake!) I kindly ask the perky number on the end of the line to cancel my membership.
Of course this can’t be done over the phone. “Actually, you will need to come in and sign the cancellation agreement and pay the $30 you owe for this month before you can cancel, are you sure this is what you would like to do?” She is not sounding so perky now, maybe she had a dip in her blood sugar, maybe she needs a cookie . . .
“Yes, I’ll be in later.” I sputter before hanging up the phone and pulling the covers over my head one last time.