Always, There's Somebody Doesn’t Get the Word

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Muttering to myself, I dialed, then listened to the usual hiccups as connection was made. At last came the signal it was ringing at the far end. Once. The expected pause like a deep breath. Then again.

Answer the blipping phone, thought I, projecting as strongly as I could. Even with the Moon not right for me just then, they should have heard. Presuming they wanted to, that is.

Buzz number three. Finally, clicking again.

“Hi.” Unmistakably a recording; I’d been shunted to the voicemail thing. Deliberately, I’m sure. They knew how Nadia’s chirpy voice clanged my sensibility. “You have reached the offices of the Universal Psychics’ Association. We already have your vibes, of course, so you really didn’t need to go to all this trouble. If you’re having difficulty establishing two-way, it’s because all our staff are on some other channel.”

Uh huh, thought I. So you had a phone put in just so the telepathically challenged could talk at you. I’m expected to cheer or something?

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