Tuesday's with Mary

Everything Mary does is like an old woman. An old, frugile, penny-pinching woman. Apparently she has some phone plan unlike any I've ever been familiar with. This phone plan charges her 20 cents to make calls with a local area code, if the location is out of some ridiculously small boundary.

So, instead of calling me on my cell phone to contact me, she's always leaving messages at work. Since, I don't check my work vmail, but maybe two or three times every couple days (I list my cell at the end of my stories), sometimes I'm gettin messages she left Friday afternoon, Monday morning. Stuff like that.

Well, last week was one of those situations. I guess she had called to remind me about some appointment we set, like, weeks ago. But, I wasn't reminded because she inisists on bein a cheapskate and not just droppin 20 cent to call my cell or changing her ridiculous plan. So, of course, I missed the appointment -- which resulted in the following note being left in my door...

Vince,

We had an appointment at 2:00 today. You know, you could have called me to reset the time.

I don't like wasting my time + gas.

Very dissapointed,

Mary

I couldn't get a 'Sincerely' or 'Best Regards' or even 'You're a D-Bag'? She hit me the guilt-trip.

As always...she greased me.