and received an automated system, I pressed 0, the magic button for a real person. When I got someone on the line, I did the Skip Trace Stutter. I said I c-c-couldn’t use the automated system because of my condition, and then I pretexted away. Or I busted out some Tourette’s syndrome. There was nothing like five “fucks” in a row to make someone want to get me off the phone as soon as possible. Boy, I’m going to hell, aren’t I?
