The phone rings. "Hello, Mr Jones? This is just a quick courtesy call from -"
The switch in my mind flips from open interest to here-comes-a-sales-pitch.
Imagine my surprise then, to receive a real courtesy call from my garage this week. Was the work carried out, did the wheels fall off later, were you harassed /insulted/attacked by the staff, was the coffee poisoned? etc etc. Not exactly the questions asked, but should I have been poisoned by a skinny latte and fries I would have been able to raise the issue.
Desperate times indeed.