I know, I know, You thought I forgot about You.
NEVER!!!
Life has been quite hectic the past several weeks but I do believe I am about ready to get back in the swing of blogging.
To tide you over, I present the following -actual- voice mail, received by yours truly, from a collection agent. It just goes to show you that intimidating techniques and bad movie impressions (not to mention calling people by the wrong name) actually work. On weak-minded people. On people like me, you end up on a blog.
Side note: Silence means I edited out some actual identifying information.
My Rebuttal: Dear Mr. Crazy Collection-man. What we have here, is a failure to be taken seriously. In regards to your voicemail. I’m glad that you were apparently asked to finalize my case multiple times. a: I seriously don’t know how to pick up a phone and return a call. It is a shortcoming of mine that has plagued me for years. I mean, I know how to pick up a phone and originate a call. I can order pizza (with the money I should be using to pay you). I am ashamed of my lack of return-call-ability. As for what is going on in my little world? Well, actually a flesh-eating bacteria that is threatening the existence of the mer-people. In my larger world, the one I share with the rest of you, my fear of failure prevents me from calling you. You see… you already made me divulge my call returning ineptitude. PLEASE put the brakes on! Apparently you are heading straight for a fence-post of some kind and you are about to crash through the wall onto the court where I am apparently playing basketball or something.