Weird Circuit City Phone Call

August 10,2005
By: Splooge

So I was standing behind the front desk at CCity. It was a pretty slow day so I was watching the Mummy Returns (featuring The Rock). I hadn't seen it in a while so I was getting pretty into it. Then the damn phone rings. I'm thinking it is going to be a badda-bing badda-boom phone call, just transfer to another department. I regrettably pick the phone up and say "Circuit City how may I direct your call?" in a very dreary voice.

It was a young lady, sounded kind of nervous on the phone. I'm thinking what the heck what do you want just spit it out so I can get back to watching the Mummy (by the way it was an intense fight scene between two hot chicks when the phone rang). This is what she asks me: "Um....do you guys sell anything that would be able to detect if you have hidden cameras in your house?"

"WHAT THE F**K!!!" I think to myself. I cover the phone, start busting up and immediately call another co worker over. I tell him what she is looking for and he has a similar reaction but he says it aloud, "WHAT THE F**K!!!" Totally baffled, I think to myself, "is this lady being watched by the CIA or something. What is going on?"

After a minute of deliberation with my co-worker I finally overcome the ridiculousness of this question and tell her to call Radio Shack. A couple weeks later when I am in the car with D.............Y heading to the state records office so he can get a copy of his birth certificate, I tell him the story. He had a similar reaction to me and my co worker, but I need not quote it one more time. Then we both realize that when this happened it was the same week that Stacy's parents went out of town. Coincidently Stacy's dad used to be with the CIA (still in the CIA I would have to say).

I wouldn't put it past a man that used to be in the CIA to put hidden cameras in his own house to make sure his daughter's 20 year old boyfriend wasn't doing anything in his house. So was this phone call coincidence? Interesting....................................

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


© Charles Whyte, 2005

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