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Every Three Days

Every Three Days, I get a call. From Las Vegas. And like a fool, every three days, I answer it. And some yahoo on the other end tries to sell me Dish TV. Actually, his stupid computer tries to sell me. I hate it. I don’t want your daggone dish. Quit calling already. Go away! If at one time I was even considering getting such a thing on my roof, I changed my mind the minute I realized you had a computer call me. If I am not worth your real voice, you are not worth my time and money. That goes for the rest of you, too. Stop.

I guess you think you’ve found a way around me asking you to put me on that do not call list you are required by law to keep, but listen. One day, I will find a way to hack your computerized calling system, and I will do it. Stop. Calling. Me.

I feel better now. For two more days.

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