As I lay in the tub, in the throes of my fever, hallucinating tiny insects running across the ceiling, I was forced to rush across two rooms to answer a robotic phone-message from the Ignatieff campaign. May you burn in HELL Iggy!
May Iggy dwell here FOREVER!
I actually answered Ignatieff :)
ReplyDeleteaahh... which part of the post are we supposed to focus on: the hallucinations and stage an intervention... why anyone would bother with the phone, which suggests control issues stemming from childhood needing a therapist... the complaints about automation indicating difficulties adjusting to modern technology... being on a liberal phone list... Iggy itchy scratchy krusty messages doh??? ... so much said so compactly...
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ReplyDeleteThe fever and (occasional) hallucinations are real. Worst flu I've ever had.
ReplyDeleteMy fellow man, my humblest apology. Your post was so well written I thought it satire on the annoyances of marketing calls. Get well.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the compliments and good wishes, WWC. There was a bit of satire intended, but it was all "based on a true story".
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