During this wonderful Christmas season, I've been watching Diane Sawyer, Made in America. I usually start my shopping in the summer, but my real goal is before Black Friday. And, even without that, I find great buys throughout the year. I went back to see what I bought that was made in America. Must be this shirt that says, "Gamecock." No, that was made in Nigeria. OK, so maybe the one that says, "Notre Dame." It says it is an officially licensed product from University of Notra Dame. No, no, no, made in Nicarague. What the heck? I finally found something--a Wilson Pro, Official Size, NFL football, made is Chicago. Yippee!
Today, I had to call my health insurance company, and who am I speaking with? Someone in India. I did send a note to Diane Sawyer telling her that it would be nice to speak to an American on the telephone. Let's start paying Americans for telemarketing, information, whatever. So, today this becomes my pet peeve. Then, I remembered this summer when I called my mortgage company.
I could not understand what this women was telling me. My guess was that she was in India also. I asked to speak with her supervisor.
Phone rings. "This is the supervisor." Hmmm? Same voice?
"May I ask who I am speaking with?"
"Oh, yes," she replies, "Nancy Wilson."
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