Today's Annoyance
It started with a phone call. You know the kind--one of those automated ones. The kind you usually hang up on as soon as you realize what it is. This particular one was from my insurance company's pharmacy provider. So I thought I'd listen to the message. "Your mail-order prescription has been processed. We must speak to you before it can be shipped. Please call us at 1-800, blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah-blah. Would you like me to repeat that number?" As soon as the message got to the "please call us" part, I was looking around for a pen and paper to write the number down. I couldn't find one, so I thought I'd try stalling for time. "Yes, please repeat the number." "Please call us at 1-800, blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah-blah. Would you like me to repeat that number?" No pencil in the drawers, no pencils in the pencil cup. I thought I'd better keep stalling for time. "Yeah, repeat the number!" "Please c