O Gawd! There really IS a point when it’s time to hop off from the merry-go-round that is life! WHAT a flickin’ nightmare just living has become.
My poor son — make that my HEROIC son — has been dragging me from pillar to post: doctors, therapists, thisses, thats, and whatnots. Seems to be no end to it: we just go on and on and ON.
This evening we’re back from the physical therapist, where what I accomplished was to spavin the hip even worse than it was already spavined. Ohhh my GAWD does this stuff hurt.
No kidding: I hurt; I hurt; I hurt; and then I hurt some more. And frankly: I ain’t gonna be able to handle a helluva lot more of this!
JAYZUZ! Just get sat down, and ringie dingie dingie ringie dingie dingie… a clear and present phone solicitor.
But with all the sh!t that we’re going thru just now, there IS an outside chance that this could be a real call from a real person.
Human Answers: Hullo. How may I help you?
Scam Artist Answers: Hullo. May I speak to Mr. or Ms. Human.?
Human replies: GET THE F*** OFF MY PHONE, GODDAMN IT!!!! Shrieked as loud as humanly possible into the phone.
Dammit.
Need to get an airhorn to blast at the bastard phone solicitors. Hmmm…wonder if those things can be had from Amazon?
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Mwa ha hah! Looks like I’m not the only one who’s thought of this. There’s a whole collection of “air horns loud” 😀
Ohhhh yeah! Gotta order up one of these.
Hmmmm… Wonder if there’s a way to blast the phone solicitor without deafening oneself… Yeah…
Suppose you got a sturdy wooden or steel box, set the phone receiver down in that along with the air horn, closed the box, and then let the air horn have at the ba*tard.
Hmmmm…that doesn’t look very promising. There’s gotta be a way, though.
Let us think on this…