“It used to be called Methodist, now I guess it’s Presbyterian, in Brooklyn,” I reply.
“It would be weird to have them both own it at the same time,” he says.
“Yeah, Calvinists versus the Wesleyans,” I say apropos of nothing.
Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
“Okay, well, it’s really important that I speak to them today, so please have them call me, okay?” I tell the customer service rep after waiting on hold for over a half-hour.
“Absolutely, sir, and I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help you more today,” he says, so I reassure him that I know he did all he could, and hang up.
After my doctor’s appointment, I walk into the library, and pull out my phone to double check for any calls.
...and see the voicemail from the call that I missed as I was crossing Eastern Parkway to get here, not five minutes before.