so late, for a tuesday night, that it was almost an early morning call. in the dark, and being able to be hazy, and act like a baby, a doona on me like a nappy, and giggling. then coughing. the call ends and the pillows are awkward. i check something on the net and my eyes are burnt open for the next two hours. still foggy, but with light. still foggy.
phonecall
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October 17, 2006
me: hello?
friendly call-centre operator: ——
me: hello?
f.c.c.o.: hello, am i speaking to mr kent?
me: i don’t think so, who are you after?
f.c.c.o.: i was wanting to speak to the owner of the house, is that you?
me: no, we rent the house, so none of us here are the owners.
f.c.c.o.: ok, i’m calling from australia generic generic inexistent property scam-networks, are you interested in buying a home at the moment?
me: well, if i could afford more than 110 dollars a week for rent i might be, but that’s probably why i’m renting, isn’t it…
f.c.c.o.: (slower, a little confused) umm, how much do you earn a month, sir?
me: oh, about… let’s see, maybe four, fivehundred dollars.
f.c.c.o. four or fivehundred dollars?
me: yeah.
f.c.c.o.: ahh, is that a week, or a month?
me: a month.
f.c.c.o.: a month?
me: yes.
f.c.c.o.: um, are you married sir?
me: married, oh no, i’m free and easy. free as a bird.
f.c.c.o.: (quietly, really confused now, maybe scared, wanting the call to stop, thinking, i need to find another job) free?
me: sorry, no…
f.c.c.o.: ah, goodbye, sir.
me: goodbye.
