The phone call I just got five minutes ago:
Hi, is Mr. Plain there?
Is this Mrs. Plain?
This is Kathy
Where are you calling from?
I’m calling from the Firefighters and Paramedics Association
Please take us off your list and don’t call again.
So basically I am now on the list to be strip-searched by police at the next checkpoint while the firefighters race to my house to set it ablaze. This is the FREAKIEST COINCIDENCE and my palms are sweaty.
I may as well just go lie in the street with my organ donor card on my chest.