Muder by voicemail

by neo   Nov 12, 2007


I slumbered the early morning hours away. just so comfy in bed with my dog. then i was startled by the ring of the home phone. i chose to ignore the ringing, and just check the messages later. about 15 minutes after the "call' i checked the caller ID, and pushed *99. OMG, i listened in awe as the stern, psychotic voice rambled on about a mandatory "face to face" meeting. my body shook with fear. this message was in no way polite, or expected. this person tore me a new ass, and murdered my voice mail at the same time! people can be very verbally abusive. however, when they spit ill words at the voice mail....you know you are in trouble. so i sit sipping on my coffee, hands trembling, still in a state of shock. wondering...if the voice on the other end could "murder" my voice mail, then a "face to face" ensures absolute doom. well, 3 more Newport's, heaps more coffee, and i may have to return the call, NO i have to return the call! it was the voice of the beast.

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