Wednesday, October 11, 2006

The phone rang. It's the middle of the day. I'm working at home. The phone shows some number from Ontario. I think "Who the heck is calling from Ontario?" I'm working so I'm tempted not to answer it. Curiosity causes me to give in.

A loud and scratchy recording starts to play. "YOU HAVE AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE FROM SEARS PORTRAIT STUDIO ...".

No I don't. I hung up right then. Boneheads. I have no desire to deal with your company.

My phone, my convience. Oh, I could try sending them a bill for 15 minutes of lost "flow" time.