Tonight was the exception. It was late and we were getting our regular sporadic calls from a certian southern division. (Note: Jim the simplify guy must die!)
So, I say my normal blah blah that includes my name and the hick-ish guy on the other end says in a thick Southern accent...
... Are you the teeeenage wiiiitch?
Me - No, sorry. *insert courteous laughter* I haven't been a teenager for awhile now. How can I help you?
Hick - Well. I was gonna ask ya to help me with mah problem but can't ya just wave yer wand and fix mah problem?
Me - *insert more courteous laughter* Sorry sir, I don't have any powers. We'll have to do this the old fashioned way.
Hick - Okay there Witchie, Mah Iternet is not workin'
So we ended up having to unplug his modem and restart his computer. He makes a couple comments about me working "mah magic powas" during the recycle. BAM! He was back online. Good short call! *whew* Then he comes out with the big one...
Hick - I knew you had dem powas!