A missed opportunity.

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