So last night this guy calls me for a "survey". He waits through my insolent teen-aged daughter walking the phone all...the...way...to...the...kitchen. Then he gives me a little ditty about taking a survey and would I be willing to answer a few questions? Now, I know these poor people are just trying to make a buck and they probably have to deal with rudeness all night, so I try to be pleasant and courteous as I tell them no. I explain it's dinner time, I can't answer any questions right now. Shouldn't have left THAT one open for interpretation! When would be a good time to call me back, he wonders. In the midst of scrubbing avocado off uncooperative 14 month old hands, I say "Oh, let's not." To which this guy gets thid surly tone, says "Then say you're not interested and stop wasting our time," and hangs up on me! Excuse me? Dude, you called me! And then I called him a clip on tie wearing, gel over-using, community college attending (sorry 'bout that CCers), seersucker sporting, Kevin Federline wannabe. It did not assauge my anger.

Do you think ol' Alexander Graham Bell could have forseen a future when people randomly call strangers to act like a**holes? Perhaps he shouldn't have said "Watson, come here, I need you." Perhaps he should have said, "Watson, it works. Put us on the no call list. Hurry!"

p.s. 12 Days coming when I can type two-handed.