"If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there"
-- Cyndi Lauper
When we last left our hero, he was debating on whether to call back, or let things be. Delegatrix had an absolutely mahhhhhvelous idea, but poor Whammo chickened out.
So I return this evening from grabbing some Chinese, and guess who's left me another message? She still sounds so sad.
All right, I'll call back, telemarketer or no. (If I hadn't had the free minutes, I definitely would have called collect.)
She really was looking for the person she mentioned. She really was sorry for disturbing me, and was very thankful that I called back to let her know it was the wrong person. No, she didn't try to sell me anything. No, she didn't tell me what it was about.
Sigh.
Why do I feel like such a jerk?
