FOAF has found another winner. It undoubtedly appears elsewhere but, like pizza, is too good to pass up.
CALLER: Is this Gordon’s Pizza?
GOOGLE: No sir, it’s Google Pizza.
CALLER: I must have dialed a wrong number. Sorry.
GOOGLE: No sir, Google bought Gordon’s Pizza last month.
CALLER: OK. I would like to order a pizza.
GOOGLE: Do you want your usual, sir?
CALLER: My usual? You know me?
GOOGLE: According to our caller ID data sheet, the last 12 times you called you ordered an extra-large pizza with three cheeses, sausage, pepperoni, mushrooms and meatballs on a thick crust.
CALLER: OK! That’s what I want …
GOOGLE: May I suggest that this time you order a pizza with ricotta, arugula, sun-dried tomatoes and olives on a whole wheat gluten-free thin crust?
CALLER: What? I detest vegetables!
GOOGLE: Your cholesterol is not good, sir.
CALLER: How the hell do you know!
GOOGLE: Well, we cross-referenced your home phone number with your medical records. We have the result of your blood tests for the last 7 years.
CALLER: Okay, but I do not want your rotten vegetable pizza! I already take medication for my cholesterol.
GOOGLE: Excuse me sir, but you have not taken your medication regularly. According to our database, you only purchased a box of 30 cholesterol tablets once, at Drug RX Network, 4 months ago.
CALLER: I bought more from another drugstore.
GOOGLE: That doesn’t show on your credit card statement.
CALLER: I paid in cash.
GOOGLE: But you did not withdraw enough cash according to your bank statement.
CALLER: I have other sources of cash.
GOOGLE: That doesn’t show on your last tax return unless you bought them using an undeclared income source, which is against the law.
CALLER: WHAT THE HELL!!!
GOOGLE: I’m sorry, sir, we use such information only with the sole intention of helping you.
CALLER: Enough already! I’m sick to death of Google, Facebook, Twitter, WhatsApp and all the others. I’m going to an island without internet, cable TV, where there is no cell phone service and no one to watch me or spy on me.
GOOGLE: I understand sir, but you need to renew your passport first. It expired 6 weeks ago…
OH! I found my way here via A Frank Angle!
Ah…hahahahaha! This is funny, in a scary, painful way!
Totally enjoyed this. Frank Angle sent me and I have to follow. Don’t try to talk me out of it either.
Welcome to the community of vintage whines and all types of gripes.
Nice to be among peers.
I’m moving straight past the scary likelihood of this actually happening; and going straight to “an extra-large pizza with three cheeses, sausage, pepperoni, mushrooms and meatballs on a thick crust”. Yum. I hope they get my address right.
GOOGLE: Ms. Henders, we have already noted your recent move and updated our files. We can provide advice on the poor quality of your new garden and rhododendrons.
Excellent. I bet you can sell me some fertilizer, too. Maybe even the kind that goes on the garden…
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Oh my my …. this is awesome! … and definitely in curmudgeon style.
Ha, yes, this is so spot-on it’s scary.
Not so far from the truth!
This is hilarious! 😀 So unfortunate that it’s also not very far from the truth …