Why oh why do telemarketers call at dinner time? I mean, I know WHY. But being interrupted at the busiest crunch time of the day, by someone asking for my money, when I am simultaneously trying to find Audrey's snow boots, invent a recipe for chicken corn chowder, and locate the dog, does not put me in a generous frame of mind.
This time it was USU, someone from some group calling themselves Freshmen Parents or something like that. Clever disguise. It took the hapless caller about 45 seconds to cut through the bull of acting like the concerned advocate for my freshman daughter, and to hit me up for $150.00. Fortunately, I have zero hangups about dishing out a great big NO. Then she asked me for $75.00. When I said NO, again, NO WAY in H.E. double toothpicks, she then asked me if there would be a better time for us to make a donation. I told her to try back in about 35 years.
The really crappy part of this story is that they will try again this weekend, when the alumni association calls back, asking for Dan to open up his pocketbook, like they have called every weekend for the past three weeks.
In spite of the disruption, the chicken corn chowder invention was a hit. Definitely one for the recipe blog.
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