And so we stand.
I feeling guilty,
For already she bears upon herself
The wounds of my presence.
She feels guilty --
Nay, pity,
For those of us foolish enough to dare
To be caught in the velvet rope.
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Old, old old. And truer now than then. (notmine)

This has been the longest and most verbose response to a simple voicemail to date:

Rachel:

Sorry I was unable to take your call. The easiest method of getting someone out if you receive calls like this is to email me the contact information. The stores should be contacting our group directly but, occasionally, they reach a number such as your inadvertently. I apologize that this came your way. Please pass along my apologies to Mr. Wathey as well.

We are making some strategic changes here to more efficiently address these claims which will take effect in the near future. Hopefully this will serve to eliminate any further calls coming to your location.

Thank you for your assistance.

The words of a man who's worked Damage Control for way too long. It's okay, Joe!

Hurrah for corporate Christmas – cookies are my sustenance. I wanted to write about Monsanto’s OSHA inspection-exempt status, or was it the moral and philosophical conflicts in the North American left/progressive responses to the Venezuelan situation? Dropped a kellygreenheaded Laura off at TIA this morning to have coffee and then onward: Tampa-Miami-Caracas-Merida. Will I have to call in January to explain that my intrepid roomie is stuck in a national strike/coup and will be slightly late for the start of classes? We’ll see. Meanwhile, my deep in the red status has left me no choice but mix CD’s. And long letters. Pretty ones. Email me an address if you want Yule-ish packages; it’s a much more reliable offer this year.

Postscript: Scotland, PA... A spanish bank.. el Banco. Like a drive through teller. With .. food? (Yeah, but can you still make deposits...)