Thursday, June 02, 2011
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
Rock on. Blinking Billy Beach, Sandy Bay. May 2011.
I will confess that part of me admires the tenacity of people who ring an incorrect telephone number, and insist that it is in fact the correct number.
That is, the fact that you are not (for example) Dave's Mowing Service is not their fault, it is YOURS. Indeed, the fact that you are not Dave, you have never been Dave, nor do you mow lawns as a matter of business bothers them not a jot, the simple insistence that you ARE because the number that they've dialled IS will somehow magically transform you, your phone number and Statewide and Mental Health Services with it - through sheer force of will and belief - into Dave's Mowing Service.
I wish that I had that kind of belief. It'd almost make you think that the world was a halfway decent place...