phreak

10:09 AM. Phone rings. "Hello?"

"Yes, I'd like to ask what the voltage in China is, because I am traveling there in a couple of weeks and I'd like to know what the voltage is."

I could have told him its 220V and they have this weird plug-and-socket, plus also to pack his Maalox and extra familiar food. But what am I, the 411 operator?

Now if we could get calls that inquire about corrugated boxes, the annoying automated telemarketer, and that pesky phonecard company from Manila that keeps deluging me with special promos because my name got picked out of the tambiolo (with only one name inside), my day would be perfect.

Not.