The phone rings, late morning. Who could it be? After all, who calls at this hour of the morning? Could it be from one of the companies I've recently sent resumes out to? Could it be in response my resume on Craig's List? Could it be that publishing company that's Charlie Brown-ing me again? Could it be a temp-agency with work? A friend with something exciting to do? Any sort of good news?

Who could it be?

It was for a free Discover card that I could have if I wanted it.

Fuck you.

Every telemarketer- everyone who runs it, is responsible for it, who even does it- should be strapped down to a table, slathered in honey, and have a horde of African red ants let loose on them.

What the fuck is the point of a Discover card anyways?