Google Saved My Sanity



During the middle portion of the afternoon, my phone kept ringing. The Caller ID told me that a place called Carlsbad Paddle wanted to talk to me. Having no idea who that was (I owe a lot of people money, but I'd never heard of this place, and I think I'd remember purchasing paddles), I picked up and got a fax tone, you know, that persistent beep. I hung up.

Ten minutes later. Carlsbad Paddle. Fax tone. Hung up.

Ten more minutes later. CPFTHU.

Ten more minutes later. CPFTHU.

Ten more minutes later. CPFT shouted "Piss off" in the phone HU.

Ten more minutes later CPFT threw enormous ghastly fit all over the apartment, shouting obscenities that would have sent Dick Cheney crying to his dead mommy, S"PO"HU

Finally, an inspiration. I looked Carlsbad Paddle up on Google. Turns out they're in San Diego--a little surf and small craft shop. The web page had an email address. I told them to cut it out. They did.

Thank you, Google. You're my friend. Nobody understands me the way you do.

Posted: Fri - September 3, 2004 at 09:11 PM        

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