In and amidst the devastation, destruction, and chaos that my summer of 2009 has been, a random nice thing occurred today.
SCENE:
febrile is working in the legal clinic. His cell phone rings -- oh,bloody hell, it's an 866 number. "What now?" he thinks to himself. He considers simply letting it go to voicemail, but decides to answer it.
febrile: Hello, this is
febrile.
(There is a pause as the automated dialer recognizes that someone has picked up on the other end of the phone. Finally, WOMAN'S VOICE speaks on the other line:)
WOMAN'S VOICE: National Action Financial Services. Is Mr.
febrile available?
febrile: This is
febrile.
WOMAN'S VOICE: Hello, Mr.
febrile, this is Miss Osborne from National Action Financial Services.
febrile: How do you do?
WOMAN'S VOICE: Fine, thank you. I'm calling about your Blockbuster account. Specifically the store at 5600 Tak... Totch... Tek... I don't even know how to pronounce that street.
febrile: Tchoupitoulas?
WOMAN'S VOICE: Sure. (Pause.) Hrm. Hang on a sec. (Pause.) Is that store closed?
febrile: Yeah, that location shut down a few months ago.
WOMAN'S VOICE: Oh. Okay, well it says here that you owe them $66, but for some reason it hadn't updated that the store had closed. I'll go ahead and close this account and clear it from your record.
febrile: Golly! Thanks, that's the easiest call I've had all day!
WOMAN'S VOICE: I do my best. Have a good one, now.
FIN
(Now if only I could get the same phone call from Sallie Mae!)