So, I'm taking a nap and my cell phone rings..."Number Withheld." Of course, that means I won't answer, so it flipped to voicemail. A few seconds later, I called my vmail...Lo and behold I had a heavy breather (male) and "fuck yeah, fuck."
Open letter:
Dear Caller:
You had the balls to leave a voice mail. I can respect that. Good on you.
But you didn't have the balls to show your number so I could at least call you back.
For the record, Gurl, I used to work for the CDC National AIDS Hotline. For this sort of call to work, you have to either let me call you back or actually talk to me. If you can't do that, in, let's say 3 calls, then frankly I'm insulted if I can't get you off in 3 calls...Gurl.
Open letter:
Dear Caller:
You had the balls to leave a voice mail. I can respect that. Good on you.
But you didn't have the balls to show your number so I could at least call you back.
For the record, Gurl, I used to work for the CDC National AIDS Hotline. For this sort of call to work, you have to either let me call you back or actually talk to me. If you can't do that, in, let's say 3 calls, then frankly I'm insulted if I can't get you off in 3 calls...Gurl.