|Talking About the Revolution
||[Jul. 26th, 2004|10:25 am]
Phone rings. I pick it up and say hello a couple of times. All I get from the other end is the sound of someone shuffling papers. I let this continue for five seconds, then cut it off.|
Am I cross? No, not really. I'd rather listen to papers being shuffled than to a sales pitch. And I salute the fucked-offedness of the unknown telesales person. He/she is cutting (however minutely) into the profits of some big corporation.