My esteemed colleague told the tale of a guy – the Meanest Guy at the Bar – whose job involved providing telephone “customer service†to closet cases engaged in an antiquated activity – chatting on a phone-sex line. He’d occasionally be tasked with transcribing some of the voice ads for publication in print – and he’d edit and reword the ads so the guys sounded even stupider!
“You just wrote half an episode of jPod!†I exclaimed to my colleague.
