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I got a phonecall around 8:00pm last night. A rather crisp woman who stated that she was from 'The House With No Steps' and wished to speak to 'David Hamilton'. Now, my mind was still processing 'THWNS' part of the introduction. I'm such a visual girl that I was imagining a house floating off the ground with despondent people milling around it, and what possible good is such a thing anyway? I finally managed a 'Uh, what's that got to do with me?' kind of response, before telling her she'd obviously got the wrong number.
And, this morning, I had a phonecall from my bank. They're automating their nuisance calls it seems. Press any key to continue. So I pressed 'end'. Ha! Take that, bank!
mood: victorious
And, this morning, I had a phonecall from my bank. They're automating their nuisance calls it seems. Press any key to continue. So I pressed 'end'. Ha! Take that, bank!
mood: victorious