Antigeist

I don't like Mondays.

To the complete fucking moron who called my house NINE TIMES this morning looking for a transportation service, who was told, repeatedly, by me, he had reached a wrong number, and who, when I stopped answering the phone, left five messages for said transportation service on the voice mail, even though our message--"Hello, you've reached the home of ______and______. Please leave us a message and we'll call you back."--clearly states you have reached the HOME of two people whose names do not include, even fucking rhyme with the words "transportation" or "service"... May I suggest, for your edification, my so very, very dim witted mouth breathing disturber of blessed sleep, you read the formerly published Phone Ettiquette: A guide for the masses. Pay particular attention to the last two lines. Have a nice day.