Greeting me on my voicemail at work this morning:
"Hey, RK! I just left a message on the general voicemail. Can you come to my house and lick my @*&!^T%%#?" (I'm not a prude, but it was so rude that I can't bring myself to type it out. If you want a hint, go read the lyrics to the 2LiveCrew song that riled the lovers of obscenity laws in the late 1980s.)
And he only left it on *my* voicemail, along with the general one...seeing as how he called me by my last name, I'm assuming this is a complete stranger. But I resent the fact that he didn't leave a message for either of my colleagues!
"It's because you're female," a colleague at another office told me.
Don't you wish you had that much free time? Is this guy unaware of caller ID? Hmm.
Speaking of unaware (or rather, clueless), who do you think ran into her co-worker's office when he was on a conference call and blurted out, "Hey! Did someone leave you a pornographic message, too?"
Come to think of it, my boss was probably thrown off by that question as well...