the land line
is worthless, for the most part.
it's the number
that my mother used
to call me on,
though.
so it's hard to let it go
despite
the 7 hundred dollars
a year I pay for it to ring
by people I don't know.
someone from
india
or the urkraine
asking me
if I need any medication,
or new windows,
or if i'd like a no interest
loan
or maybe a warranty
on my toaster oven.
these things all interest
me, but
I just hang on up on them,
which doesn't seem
to phase them in
the least bit.
they call the next day
without fail.
same spiel, same deal,
same scam,
different day.
Thursday, January 31, 2019
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1 comment:
Nice premise of why we hold onto the things we hold onto
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