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Friday, October 27, 2006

Number Please

"Gah!" Susannah slammed the phone back into its cradle. "This phone menu was designed by Satan himself!"

Eddie glanced up from his book at her. "You really think that's all he's got to do with himself these days? I mean, on the grand scale of evil, 'confusing phone menus' probably doesn't rate all that high..."

"No, you don't understand," she answered. She sat down next to him on the couch and covered her eyes. "The sheer byzantine nature of this particular menu boggles the mind. In fact, I think to properly nagivate it one would have to go completely mad. The sacrifice of one's sanity to open the gates of understanding, if you will."

Eddie burst into laughter, and then quieted in response to her mock-glare. "It can't be as bad as all that," he said, setting his book down. "Just hit whatever option it is to talk to a live person, and then ask them for what you want."

Susannah pointed to the phone. "You think it's that easy? Try it."

"Okay, okay," he laughed, walking over to the phone and picking it up. "What's the number?"

Susannah recited it to him, and he punched it in and began listening to the menu. She then watched with some measure of amusement as he began entering the occasional menu option, his expression going from attentive to confused to shocked. Finally he hung up and joined her back on the couch.

"You're right," he said to her. "It was designed by Satan himself."

"Told you so," Susannah answered.

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