Voodoo Boat Guy - the saga continues
So my boss at the radio station finally got wind of what was going on with VBG.
He was not amused.
Bill called Voodoo Boat Guy himself. "Hello, is this the gentleman who's been calling here at the radio station with some items for the Trading Post?"
Evidently VBG said yes, because Bill continued. "I'm the station manager and it's come to my attention that you've been calling the show for quite some time now and tying up the line with a long list of items which is really not the purpose of the show or it's intention." He went on to explain how the Trading Post is for individuals to sell a few things every once in a while and not for people to use on a daily basis. He also told VBG that people were complaining about him and not to call back for at least a month - and when he DID start calling again to only list a few things.
There was a pause while Bill listened to VBG politely, then said, "Well, even if you're moving, you'll have to find another way to try to sell your items."
The next morning I got a caller who wanted to leave some stuff for the Trading Post ahead of time. It was early enough, so I agreed. But as I started to type the list there was something disturbingly familiar about the caller's voice. Then I noticed he was selling boats. And sports "memorabilia". Trading cards maybe?
"Hey," I asked. "Is this the Boat Guy?"
Click. He hung up.
I threw away the list.
Today at precisely 10:25 am, I answered line 1. "Trade Post please."
"Boat Guy?"
"Yes."
"I know my boss told you not to call for a while."
"But I have some other stuff to sell."
"It doesn't matter Boat Guy, you have to stop calling for at least a month."
"Okay."
The lines started to light up and I got busy. I took my last pre-call, printed Eric's list and got the faxes together. The last open line rang before the Trading Post started. It was line 1.
A deep voice said, "I have some things I'd like to put on the Trading Post."
"Sure," I said between doing 40 other things, "hold please." As soon as I pushed the hold button, I knew. It was him.
Eric came to pick up the stuff and I told him. "I'm pretty sure Voodoo Boat Guy is on line 1."
Eric let it go and VBG only listed 3 things, but I'm still pissed that he got past me with the fake voice.
He's like the Terminator. A dweeby, weenie-headed, creepy, pain in the @$$ Terminator. With Britney Spears collectible trading dolls still in the box.
He was not amused.
Bill called Voodoo Boat Guy himself. "Hello, is this the gentleman who's been calling here at the radio station with some items for the Trading Post?"
Evidently VBG said yes, because Bill continued. "I'm the station manager and it's come to my attention that you've been calling the show for quite some time now and tying up the line with a long list of items which is really not the purpose of the show or it's intention." He went on to explain how the Trading Post is for individuals to sell a few things every once in a while and not for people to use on a daily basis. He also told VBG that people were complaining about him and not to call back for at least a month - and when he DID start calling again to only list a few things.
There was a pause while Bill listened to VBG politely, then said, "Well, even if you're moving, you'll have to find another way to try to sell your items."
The next morning I got a caller who wanted to leave some stuff for the Trading Post ahead of time. It was early enough, so I agreed. But as I started to type the list there was something disturbingly familiar about the caller's voice. Then I noticed he was selling boats. And sports "memorabilia". Trading cards maybe?
"Hey," I asked. "Is this the Boat Guy?"
Click. He hung up.
I threw away the list.
Today at precisely 10:25 am, I answered line 1. "Trade Post please."
"Boat Guy?"
"Yes."
"I know my boss told you not to call for a while."
"But I have some other stuff to sell."
"It doesn't matter Boat Guy, you have to stop calling for at least a month."
"Okay."
The lines started to light up and I got busy. I took my last pre-call, printed Eric's list and got the faxes together. The last open line rang before the Trading Post started. It was line 1.
A deep voice said, "I have some things I'd like to put on the Trading Post."
"Sure," I said between doing 40 other things, "hold please." As soon as I pushed the hold button, I knew. It was him.
Eric came to pick up the stuff and I told him. "I'm pretty sure Voodoo Boat Guy is on line 1."
Eric let it go and VBG only listed 3 things, but I'm still pissed that he got past me with the fake voice.
He's like the Terminator. A dweeby, weenie-headed, creepy, pain in the @$$ Terminator. With Britney Spears collectible trading dolls still in the box.
posted by Cas at 10:03 PM
3 Comments:
He you can sell pretty much anything on there right? I want to sell my husband he is almost house broken!
Hey I agree! Let me know what you get for your husband and I'll put mine up for that price! heheheheehe
Hey maybe VBG just likes to call and hear your voice...I know I would! LOL
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