Dec 3, 2015
Wow. I know people in San Antonio, so foolishly picked up. A chipper male voice announced "his" name (Something Godfrey, if memory serves) and asked how I was. I said "You're a [***], aren't you?" "He" said "Would you mind saying that one more time?" "You're not a real person." "I AM a real person," "he" said, without a hint of offense. "Why do you ask?" It was absolutely brilliant. At that point I hung up, slapping myself on the forehead for having picked up in the first place.