When I go into a meeting, I duct tape the phone to my left thigh, and leave it set to vibrate. I know these Docs will call me back. They will...won't they? I mean, they found the little "infiltrates" and I was, yes, supposed to "return" for a follow-up. Is this some evil reverse phone-tree where I've been put on the psychotic do not call list?
But, faithfully, the telemarketers call. The other night, someone had a free cruise for me. I told them I was 400 lbs and could only leave the house on a sheet of 3/4" plywood through the big French doors in the back. Even that unfortunate dialing4dollars person will prb call me back.
Maybe a telegraph, a fax, a money order, a pigeon, a strip-a-gram. (A page from the golf course "We had to change you tee time. Please call this number. ASAP")
There goes my thigh.