This is a recording of a voicemail that I received this morning. She seems to be hocking credit card processing services, but in the middle of her spiel… something comes up, so to speak.
bite-size servings of zach's frontal lobe. missives of dubious value and/or truth, served with plenty of ketchup.
May 24th, 2007 at 5:52 am
Awesome. This reminds me of a “This American Life” story about telemarketers, and how they sometimes pause when they get someone’s voicemail in order to enjoy a few precious, rare seconds of silence.