If you know the party you wish to speak to, please say their name now.” “Nathan Weiss.” “Rachel White. If this is correct, press the pound key. If not, please repeat the name of the party you wish to speak to.” “Na-than Weiss.” “Donald Baumgartner. If this is correct…” Argh! I had no choice but to stay on the line to speak to a human operator, who finally connected me to Mr. Weiss. Naturally he wasn’t in, so I left a voice mail. “Oh, yeah, hi. This is Dustin Grubbs – the actor from Buttermilk Falls. Uh, I have a callback for the Stink-Zappers commercial at one-forty on October eighth, but that’s not good for me so I’d like to change that, please. To another day. Any day. Halloween even. I have to leave for school now, but I can be reached anytime after three-thirty. Okay, thanks. Bye.” I’d decided before the first school bell rang that I wasn’t going to let Aunt Olive know just yet that she went and picked the worst possible day of the year to get hitched.
