Him: High, good morning, how are you?
Me: I'm great thanks, how are you?
Him: My name is Sam, what's your name?
Me: So you don't know who you're calling?
Him: It's the nice young Scottish lady.
Me: Whose name is?
Him: You tell me.
Me: NO, Sam. Click.
Followed by a text. 'Sorry I'm nervous. '
Was he fuck. He sounded like a smooth talking, time-wasting twat.
I wish they would all die off. I've had enough of them this week, seriously.