Where: My kitchen
Background: Mother's not feeling well, so I had to go to Looney to run the tire shop. Speedy took kids to ball practice in freezing weather. I got home & started laundry, dyeing eggs, making fake blood for the local church's Easter contata.
Phone rings, I answer
Dude: blah blahbla marketing survey, blah blah... 5 minutes of your time.
Me: Um, this really is not a good time for me.
Dude: 5 minutes, blah blah blah
Me: I don't think you understand. I have to bag the blood for the local Baptist church, gather my daughter's eggs, find my 6 year old son who is probably either welding or roping a steerhead, get the laundry out of the dryer and transfer load from washer to dryer, get up to the church to paint the never-ending Noah's ark and make sure my husband has everything needed for his powerpoint presentation of dead Jesus. So, sir, unless you can come to my house and help me with all this crap, I REALLY don't have five minutes for a survey.
Dude: Uh, m'am thank you for your time. Click.
Hope your weekend was good.
Take care - Me