Answer the Phone

"RING"
"Hello?" "May I speak to the Editor please?" "Speaking." " Yes this is Captain Happy Pants calling about the e-mail you sent Mary Sunshine about not using our material for toilet paper anymore." "Yes that is correct". "May I Ask Why"? " Sure ...

Ok I'm being sarcastic, but the phone did ring and Captain Happy Pants did sing his song of woe about how we could work things out and he wanted our business and please please please and the answer was a resounding NO.


Trying to make him understand the issue, was to say the least, futile. Trying to get him to see that this was not an attack on him or his magazine was like trying to teach a pig to sing, a complete waste of time and it usually pisses off the pig, it did.


Letting him know that him waiting for me, to pay to put my event in his book was going to be longer than waiting for the second coming of Christ, was probably not my best play. Having him state over and over "Its Business" got old real fast.


Needless to say I am going to the All Clubs Social. It could be interesting. But then what would this hobby be without that personal touch of fucking drama.


... it is to glossy and way to slippery and like your brain nothing sticks to it".