The Mystical Power of a Good Rant

Well, I had had enough and phoned Ted Rogers.

Ted: Hello?
Me: Hey, you old bastard, how are you?
Ted: Mike, you miserable son of a bitch, what's up?
Me: Can't get my email. It's been two days and the spam is gonna hit the fan.
TED: I hear you. I'll get it fixed up right away. Uh, can I interest you in a cell phone plan?
Me: Fuck you, Ted. Give my love to the wife.

And an hour later my email was fixed.

Well, that's what happened in my mind. It was pretty freaky.

Mike