It's the eyeroll. Definitely the eyeroll.

From rubian77:

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Still love you, Al. Always will.

The shining seaports of Wheeling

There has been a distinct and mournful lack of Coherent Whack Jobs in my working life lately. Yes, yes, I know this is an oxymoronic statement, but I'm using the term to differentiate the callers who are out of their blessed coconuts but able to parse formal sentences, from the mumblers and babblers ("Muhwuhwuh vuhwuhwuh, wumminuh vuhmuh. Vuh. Muh." *click*). Granted, it would be better if the cheese logs of the world would refrain from calling altogether, but if they absolutely must call, at least have them say something I can blog about later.

Today, I didn't even have the mumblers and babblers, which I suppose it okay. I'm a bit jealous of a few of my coworkers, though, who all got the same woman who...well, she was calling from the 914 area code (i.e. Westchester County, New York), but claimed that:

* she was on a cruise ship [sic]
* she had just docked in West Virginia [sic]
* she needed to talk to Senator Biden [sic] right away, but couldn't get through [sick [sic]]

I'm not sure if this is somehow related to my decision to spend my last hour at work singing "Don't Cry for Me, Argentina" out loud, but I wouldn't be surprised if it were.