I received a helpful email forward this morning, this one's tale of suspense and horror involving a female student whose life was saved by dialing *77 on her cell phone when a would-be rapist in an unmarked "police car" pulled her over. Apparently dialing *77 connects the caller directly with "state tropper info" (in "ALL 50 STATES!!!").
... Sent to me by the manager of a landscape company that did some work for me a month ago, who has heretofore failed to reply to any of my repeated requests for an invoice or a time when the crew would be returning to start the monthly maintenance service we arranged.
"Thanks Sandy!" I replied. "Wow, I didn't know about this. Have you tried it? I just did, and got a message that my call could not be completed. I tried three times. Maybe I did it wrong! By the way, do you think you could send that invoice I asked for? And can you let me know when your crew will be coming? Oh - and also, it's ok if you don't include me on your email list for these helpful tips. I use this email address only for business. Thanks!"
The response: "I DONT USUALLY JUST DO A BLIND SEND OUT BUT THAUGHT THAT THIS WAS IMPORTANT"
"Hi Sandy, safety sure is important! But I don't think this works--did you try it? Anyway, can you send that invoice when you get a chance? Thank you!"
So I suspected I'd have to find a new landscape company prior to this exchange, so I hit up Angie's List and found a good candidate, which I contacted via email two days ago. A friendly dude named Bruce gave me a call back and left a message twice that evening and then again the next day.
When I got a chance to call back yesterday afternoon, I left a message with the answering service. This prompted three more calls back: the first while I was at dinner with friends, the second later at 10:15pm, and the third this morning at 7:40am.
Famine, then feast. Really, all I want is someone, um, SANE, to come and help me take care of my garden.