Lest you think I was getting all warm and cuddly...

[kellinator]

No sooner did I make that last post than one of the pains in my ass from a local law firm calls wanting something. Buddha H. Sweatpants. Don't these people ever clue in?

I wonder if I could get away with leaving the following voicemail while I'm away for the holidays:

"Hello, you have reached the office of Kellinator Jones. I'm away for the holidays, why aren't you? Please hang up the phone and go hug your kid. If you are from a local law firm and want something RIGHT THIS MINUTE, please hang up the phone and go fuck yourself."

Comments

[notgruntled.livejournal.com]

Good point. Southerners -- and especially Southern women -- are masters of the subtle body blow, the velvet dagger. No lessons are offered or needed; it's bred in the bone. As the historian Shelby Foote put it, "A Southerner will never insult you accidentally."

The more direct, more Yankee approach is George Carlin's: "Touch the little prick every now and then, and maybe he won't be mugging my ass in ten years."