Virgin Mobile: Shoyn Yah Shews, Guvnah?

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Why has the voice guiding me through my mobile voicemail system recently turned from the standard Majel Barrett-inspired North American monotone to a chipper Amy Winehouse?

Here’s a rough translation:

O, ’allo. We’w be checkin yeh voicemaiews, then, luv? Press wun, wun.

(Note: THIS IS CANADA.)

I realize this is part of Richard Branson’s branding his products with youth and rebel billionaire vigor and such. It’s just that, what the Christ? I went with Virgin Mobile because they gave me a top-of-the-line Blackberry for $50 with no activation fee and the same shitty data plan everyone else has, not for the ads on the subway featuring care-free hipsters enjoying their hedge fund manager parents’ money at a Vampire Weekend show. (Do hipsters still listen Vampire Weekend? I don’t actually care, I’m just putting it out there that I don’t actually know, either.)

The least they could do is get Michael Caine to do it. The least they could do.

Update

Oy! So not only do I hear Eliza Doolittle every time I check my voicemail, but everyone else does, too—when they leave a voicemail message.

Very professional.

Published 10.05.13 21:42:53 -0500 GMT | Posted by Andrew Garib on 10.05.13 | |

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