Prank Phone call to an Ice Company In LA.
Not too long ago, my friends and I discovered the joy of crank calling, and we set off on a rampage of calls, from asking an Asian food market if they carry dog meat (not my idea), to asking liquor stores if they had any "crunk juice," to trying to convince a waitress at a fancy restaurant to deliver food to me because I'm 'a bajillionaire,' to the following prank phone call to an ice company based in LA
In their ad it said they sold bulk ice, dry ice, etc. But what would they do when one of their customers got their tongue stuck to the product?
<ring>
Ice Company: Good afternoon, <ice company>, this is Cheryl speaking, how may I help you?
Me (holding tongue for effect):
Hewwo? Yeth, I theem to have gotten youw pwoduct thtuck to my tongue.
IC: I'm sorry sir, you'll have to speak up, I can't understand you.
Me (angrily): I THAID, YOUW ITHE ITH THTUCK TO MY TONGUE.
IC: Stuck to your tongue?
Me: Yeth, I twied to lick it, and it got thtuck. Pleathe help me. I don't know what to do and it hurth alot.
<I fully expected no advice, except perhaps "call 911" but was pleasantly surprised.>
IC: Have you tried pouring warm water on it?
Me (wiping the drool that is now dripping down my chin): Yeth, yeth, I twied that. (anguished) Da Water Jutht Fwoze.
IC (in disbelief): Sir... what kind of ice is stuck to your tongue?
Me: Dwy ithe, it'th dwy ithe.
IC (Sounding victorious): Sir, we don't sell dry ice.
< Liar. It said they did right in their ad...>
Me: Dat Ith Not Twue! It Thays right hewe in youw ad! Dwy Ithe.
IC: Sir, we do not carry dry ice.
Me: Don't call me liaw! Thith ithe didn't jutht appear on my tongue!
IC: Sir, I am not trying to call you a liar, but we don't carry dry ice. Perhaps you have us mixed up with another company?
Me: It hurth! It ith from youw company. Pleathe Help Me.
(Drool dribbles down my chin.)
IC: Sir, I don't know what to tell you. Perhaps you should hang up and dial 911.
Me: Thith ith youw fault! Youw ithe thould have warning labelth about thith!
IC: Sir, I'm sorry, we do not carry dry ice, but if we did I am sure it would have proper warning labels. I am going to disconnect now so that you can call 911 and get medical help, okay?
Me: No, thith ith not okay! My tongue ith thtarting to go numb, and I'm dwowning in my own thpit! (which was partially true at this point).
IC: I'm sorry sir, I'm going to hang up now, please seek medical attention.
<At this point she hangs up on me>
Well, I thought it was hilarious at the time. Perhaps I was just in the giddy high of crank calling.
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