Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Green Acres

Listen... a job is a job and we all need to find away to put bread on the table, don’t we? To make a long story short, I am a bill collector. That’s my job and that’s what I do. It’s not a job everyone appreciates, but it’s a job I enjoy and am proud of it.

The other day I called a house and a real nice lady answered the phone, she was very helpful and friendly, she was the type of lady that helps a bill collector get through a long day. After some pleasantries I asked if Mr. Smith was in.

“I’m sorry”, she answered “I’m afraid he doesn’t live here anymore.”

Now that was a real disappointment being that she was a nice lady and all, but I took it all in a stride.

“I’m sorry to hear that ma’am. Do you happen to have his new number.”

“Sure thing!” The woman cheerfully replied, listing off his new number.

I hung up the phone and quickly called the new number and was surprised to hear a recording, “Thank you for calling Green Acres Cemetery…”

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