Yeah, this is a good one that I just had to bitch about!!

At 8:30 this morning my phone rings and the guy identifies himself and says he owns property on such and such a road and asks if I am the clerk for the town. I said no, I’m the clerk for the village; not the town. He says well how come they gave me your number? I said who gave you my number? He said he called the town and the voice message said to call me. OMG DUH! I then had to explain that he called the village office and that the voice message refers you to me if you need immediate assistance. He then asked who to contact for the town and I told him and he goes on to say well do you work with her and I said NO, she’s for the town and I am for the village. He then asked, what’s the difference? OH MY FUCKING GOD! You own property in the town and you have no idea where it is or what the difference is between a town and a village!!! Stupid rich city people!! I said the village is the city and the town is in the country, they are separate. I still don’t think he had his light bulb moment but seeing that the fuck head woke me up I wasn’t going to help any further than that. He asked if I had her number and I said no, it’s in the phone book, this is her name it’s listed under Fred and Wilma. Good God, now I’m fucking directory assistance too I guess! At the rate he was going I’m surprised he didn’t ask me to hold his dick while he pissed.

Ironically enough, this is actually the second call I’ve had in recent weeks for the same thing but the woman who called caught me in a better mood and was nice though just an ignorant of the area in which she owns property. I did look up the town clerk’s number for her.

Grrrrrrrrrrr