I’m in the middle of searching for work, and for that, I need to be able to use my phone. But, the overwhelming number of bullshit calls I’ve been getting from vermin telemarketers has grown fantastically in recent weeks. I have no way of knowing what phone numbers prospective and legitimate callers are going to use, which means I have to answer every call.
There was something dangerous in the air tonight. It might have been the lingering thunderclouds, or the ugly rain they sputtered. It could have been that bottle of bourbon, as yet unopened on the corner of my desk. But, most likely, it was the redhead in a dark blue dress.