Bad Day

Over at tequila mockingbird, a fantastic tale of a wrong number:

[…]

i was on a break during training i was conducting for two legal assistants when my phone rang.

the number on the screen was a baltimore area code, so i assumed it was one of our baltimore attorneys who is a particularly frequent caller.

“hello?”

“hey, jules, what’s going on?”

“uh … just working … how about you?”

i have no idea who this is.

“wellllll, it’s not the best day.”

i’m thinking this sort of sounds like one of my friends, but i’m not really sure. and he just told me he’s having a bad day. so, i’m thinking it would not be the best time to say “i am very sorry to hear that. and also, i have no idea who you are.”

so, of course, i keep talking. my plan - if you can really call it a plan - is to keep him talking until i definitely recognize his voice, or until he gives me some descriptive detail that clearly identifies him.

“oh no, i’m sorry to hear that. what’s going on?”

“well, i guess my luck finally ran out. the feds finally showed up. this morning. it doesn’t look good, jules. i’m pretty sure i’m going to need your help in finding a good home for the dogs, because i’m pretty sure i’m going to be going away for a while. can you believe it?”

[…]

It gets better and better after that, trust me.