You answer the phone, and expecting to find a real joker on the other end, ask, "What the hell do you want?"
"When I was nine years old," a calm, male voice says, "my father taught me how to shoot a rifle ...the rifle in my hands now ...the one with the nine power scope, through which I can see the name tag over your left breast ...Joyce."
You look down and realize you're still wearing a stick on name tag from your conference. |