I’d laugh harder at John…but, (I’m sorry to admit that) I can understand how a person’s mind can play such tricks on them, to where they can believe a ‘grand conspiracy of avoidance’ is going on. Such can be the terrible nature of talking to an phone-answering system.

I did something similar, in 1981, while trying to retrieve a promised joint. It turned out that my friend had already left a written note on my car windshied that I hadn’t seen. The embarrassment was awful.
After that night I swore I’d never again…ever…leave an ‘emotional voice message’.

But then E-mail was invented and in 1998 I wrote a few e-mails very similar to this Swingers’ phone-call. I’m just glad I never took it to the point where John did by leaving ‘revenge messages’ about reporting the lady to the SPCA for abusing her dog. hahaha.
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Someday I’ll need to tell you my story of driving Vince Vaughn from the Palms to Mandalay. Of course, I become the hero of THAT story. What can I saw…I’m a hero and legend in my own mind. haha.

Poor John Fredericks though. Publicly humiliated by phone-transcripts that are more damaging than Nixon’s. His (mean spirited) kharma bit him in the rear.