I
picked up the phone. On the first ring. It was a telemarketer. She
asked, "How are you?' I replied. 'Superior. Better than you. They have
even named a lake in Minnesota after me. Lake Superior.' She paused.
Maybe flabbergasted. I asked, 'Do you believe me?' She declared, 'No.' I
inquired, 'What do you want to tell or sell me?' She hung up. Missing
the opportunity for an amiable and delightful chat. --Jim Broede
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