The trade off for not driving into the office

I just killed a snake. I wish I were speaking metaphorically. In the front yard not 15 feet from my home office a coiled up snake was threatening a neighbor and her dog. So I did what any of us would do, I grabbed a lemon from the lemon bowl. As I walked over to do away with the snake with this bitter fruit, it occurred to me that a shovel might be more appropriate. I made a quick return to the house for the appropriate tool. It wasn't pretty and I will henceforth only discuss 'the snake incident' at dinner parties after enjoying my second Salty Dog.

This whole incident is a shame really in light of recent phone calls to my office line. As you will remember from last time, we do not sell firewood, here at shellen.com. Nor is this a bug or vermin removal service or any sort of convalescent home. However, the last caller blurted out an actual name. It went something like this:

Caller: Do you handle snakes?
Me: Uh, no. ( Allison is now urging me to answer any similar callers questions with 'No, not professionally'.)
Caller: Is this Vector Control?
Me: Nope. Sorry, you have the wrong number.

So I'm one digit off of 'Vector Control', a convalescent home, a body shop, a firewood reseller and might possibly have the old phone number of a tanning salon. I wonder if Vector Control gets calls wishing to license Blogger technology?

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