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Aw, nuts.

The movie I was planning to go and see today isn't playing anymore. *sniff*

I'd go see Spiderman, but to be honest I think I'll wait until next week for non-overcrowded-cinema purposes.

I didn't know we were supposed to "bow-chicka" wow the customers.

Mid-afternoon yesterday, everyone not on a call was called into a huddle. "Ladies," said one of the supervisors, "be warned. If you get a call from this number, put the guy on mute and come get me."

Yep. We had ourselves an honest-to-flying-spaghetti-monster, gen-yoo-wine pervert. He'd phoned six times that day, asking questions like, "so, which van is best for making love in?" and then there would be ... er... panting. And, um, noises. If he got a male agent, he'd hang up immediately.

I kept having flashbacks to the TMNT movie. "Sir," I'd say. "This isn't that kind of phone line."

Naturally, we spent the rest of the afternoon coming up with automotive double-entendres and proving we could out car-perv the car-perv. As one would.

"Has your intemediate steering shaft been exercised or stroked recently, sir? Engineers have determined that this can produce the same effect as lubrication."

"Do you drive stick?"

"Just how high-octane IS your fuel, sir?"

"How's your oil pressure?"

A-yup. We're horrible. But it was Saturday, when you can be in available mode for the entire day and still only get three calls, so we had to do SOMETHING to amuse ourselves.

Besides, none of us got a call from him. We were all somewhat disappointed.