Now that sounded innocent enough. Hah! What followed was enough to keep the anxiety dreams going for weeks. "So who is your best friend?" she asked. I spluttered. Best friend? My seven-year-old has best friends - almost all of whom she hates on alternative days - but I didn't realise I was supposed to have one too. "Do I have to have a best friend?" I asked, hopefully not too defensively. "Well, most people do," she said. "Because of the discount you see.
I saw. Now don't get me wrong. I do not have a shortage of friends - at least I didn't until BT called - but I just don't like the idea of picking one out. BT woman sighed. She said my best friend need never know.
Well, I simply didn't believe her. I wouldn't put it past BT to ring up my "best friend" and ask her why I wasn't listed as her best friend.
"Now what are your friends' numbers?" she said. I listed them from my address book. "Anyone else? You've got three more slots." At that I almost told her it was perfectly normal for divorced people to have fewer friends and family than married people. Then I got a grip. Why was I even talking to this woman? She already knew far too much.
But evidently not enough. She wanted to know about my favourite country - what would happen if I said Libya? - and then we went through the whole thing again with overseas numbers. I put the phone down feeling distinctly queasy. Surely it's not right that BT knows more about me than any of the friends and family on my list. I think I'll ring my best friend to tell her all about it.Reuse content