I want to give a quick shout out to a woman named Meg. I have never met her. I have no idea what she looks like, where she lives, or what her favorite color is. All I know is the woman can't type. How do I know this? Because I've been getting her telephone calls for the last week.After the millionth, "I'm sorry, but you have the wrong number," one of the callers finally took pity on me and told me why I'm getting so many calls from financial institutions/debt consolidations companies/debt collectors. It seems dear old Meg filled out an online form requesting a free consultation about HER debt and put MY number in the phone field.
Thanks, Meg. Really. In fact, I so appreciate the fact that you have never heard of the concept of proof-reading and have done very little to improve your typing skills during however many years you've been on this planet that I would love nothing more than to send you a big, old, gift basket full of brownies laced with my favorite special ingredient, Ex-lax. Seriously, just leave me a comment with your address, and I'll go whip up a batch just for you. I hope you enjoy them immensely while you and your mounting debt are sitting on your living room sofa, watching the last 15 minutes of your favorite TV show, while I'm sitting on my sofa, missing mine, because I'm too busy telling one more caller that you have never, ever lived with me.
Oh, and Meg, you can so kiss my behind.
