So checked my e-mail a few minutes ago, received the following:
You are an idiot!
Bill XXXXXXX-Retail Sales Manager
XXXXX Telephone Company
There was no context, soâ€”with some free time to spareâ€”I dropped Bill a call. He didn’t answer, but as I was waiting the theme to Monday Night Football played repeatedly. Finally, Bill’s voice mail picked up, and it included a lengthy pitch for XXXXX products. (I left a message with my number. Odds he calls backâ€”10 percent)
Maybe I’m off here, but if I’m Bill, and I’m trying my darndest to sell XXXXX goods, I might not fire off too many “You are an idiot!” e-mails. (As a side note, I’d also say that if I’m Bill, and I’m trying to get a date, I might change my on-hold music) Now, we’ve all send a regrettable letter now and then. But as my dad has repeatedly stressed throughout my life, one never knows where the next business opportunity will spring fromâ€”so walk carefully.
The Monday Night Football theme. Good lord.