Last night during prime telemarketer time, the phone rang and Sean answered it. I was, as usual, reclining on the sofa---as I am wont to do after returning from a hard day's work throwing fake boobs against my office window---and this is what I heard:
"Hello?....Who?.....Who? Yes, speaking, though seriously, that's not even close to how you pronounce it......Well, may I ask who's calling?.....Uh, actually, I think I'm on some kind of Do Not Call list so if you could...Oh, what kind of survey?......Freight trains? Sure!"
And then I had no idea what was going on because for the next 20 minutes, all he said was "Agree. Disagree. Agree. Disagree. Strongly disagree. Agree. Strongly agree. Disagree."
And this made me insane with curiosity. Because really, JUST HOW MANY QUESTIONS ABOUT FREIGHT TRAINS ARE THERE?