Way Too Much Information

One day when the phones weren't terribly backed up here at New Age Slavery, our co-worker Franny got an interesting call. She picked up the line and before she could finish her mandatory greeting she was cut off with, "I need to put you on hold. I have to go to the bathroom before I blow up." Gross. I told Cypher this and she came back with, "Bitch, just call back. It's not like your callin' for theatre tickets." Amen to that.