Post was written a month ago…
A peaceful Saturday. The day when the month ends and businesses close their accounts for the month. No worries, and looking forward to the new month.
Oh damn! Mr. 6bloody6ass6 is calling on my OFFICE mobile. WTF (What the Frak)!
Me: (More confident now that the wife has given me more courage to face my deepest fears). Hi Mr. Devil. Can I call you that?
Devil: Hmmm… (Very deep and sonorous voice) I…. suppose so. Although, over millennia I have always insisted that I be called The Master!
Me: YOU ARE NOT THE MASTER OF ME!!!
Devil: (Chuckles). Trying to be Jack Black and Kyle Gass are we? Ha ha ha… and anyway you don’t have a sidekick to save you.
Me: I don’t care. DO NOT CALL ME. EVER!!!
Devil: You CAN’T speak to God (or devil) like that. I have some big fish to fry right now. I WILL BE BACK!!!
Call disconnected. I go and check my call list for received calls for the day. There is no call listed from 666 666 666. More mysteries.
Why? Why? Why? Am I going insane?