Conversations with Grey

Mr. Yeoh Cannady

*in thick indian accent*
“Hello? Good afternoon, is this E* M*?”
“Good afternoon. Yes, this is.”
“Oh good. Hello. Yes. I’m calling from Lenovo-IBM.”
“Uhm, okay.”
“Yes. I would like to know, how many people are working in your company?”
“Where are you calling from again?”
“Yes. I’m calling from Lenovo-IBM.”
“Lenovo?”
“Yes. And I would like to know how many people are working in your company?”
“Why do you need to know?”
“Yes. It’s for a survey, yes. I would just like to know for our database, yes.”
“Uh, about fifthteen people.” (i lied)
“Yes, fifthteen people. Are there any branches for your company?”
“No. Just one.”
“Yes?”
“No! Just one company.”
“Yes, just one. And who am I speaking to, yes?”
“This is Mr. Yeoh.”
“Yes, Mr. Yeoh. And can I have your full name Mr. Yeoh?”
“Why do you need my full name?”
“Yes, because we need to know who the respondent for this survey is, yes.”
“Then you put Mr. Yeoh can adey.”
“Yes, Mr. Yeoh Cannady. That’s C A N N A D Y. Yes?”
“… …yes!”
“Yes, Mr. Cannady. What position do you hold in this company?”
“Purchasing.”
“Yes, purchasing manager, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, thank you for your time Mr. Cannady.”
“No, thank you!”

This was too hillarious not to blog. I’ve never heard one person say yes so many times. Yes?