Another in a series of recent 949-28x-xxxx calls, I can picture the company's owner, half bald and sweating profusely in a 1988 Ford Taurus, part of his Big Mac spilling down his shirt. He's desperately clinging to the hope that call and annoy is the best business practice on earth, as the back of the 3rd world matchbook advertisement said. He dreams of riches as another tooth falls out in his large order of fries.