Apr 13, 2017
Almost as soon as I had gotten out of bed after little sleep this morning, I was asked to replace the hallway smoke detector because they thought it was malfunctioning. After I'd taken the damn thing down I learned that it was the carbon monoxide detector that was malfunctioning and looked for a new battery. While I was in the basement unsuccessfully trying to install a new battery in the old smoke detector, these idiots called my home phone. He wouldn't identify himself at first, just asked for a family member. He called himself "Mr. Dixon" and didn't go any further. When I asked why he was calling he said it was a personal matter and gave this number so my family member could call him back. He had distracted me and I couldn't remember which battery was the new one, and I took out my frustration on the washing machine lid, and then took the time to just install a new smoke detector. I called the family member, who told me that if these ***holes called again, I should troll them by asking if they had their credit card ready. But I'll probably just scream at them in unending rage.