PlazaJen: Passion Knit

If I answer the phone, croaking like a dying frog, and you, sales rep from hell, say, "How are you?" and then you keep talking because it is apparently ALL ABOUT YOU, oh, my mistake for listening to your words, then you, dear sales rep, deserved the "fuck you" I said after I hung up. For I barely had the time to inhale to answer your question and you were launching into your All About You speech. So I exhaled, wishing the alien creature deep in my chest could smash through the phone lines and rip your head off with its glistening wet teeth.

I know I can be self absorbed? But some people take it to such a higher level, even I am astounded.