The phone rings; "Carnegie Hall" is on the caller ID.
Me: [Through clenched teeth] Hello.
Caller: Hello? Is this Adam?
Me: No!
Caller: Oh! OK! Is this his assistant?
Me: [Pause.] Yes.
Caller: Well, I'm calling to find out if he'd like to renew his membership—
Me: I know why you're calling! You're the person who swore to me that you'd never call again!
Caller: I see in the log that someone called on June 4 and that Adam wasn't there, but that's it.
Me: And then you called an hour later and swore to me you'd put it in the log! And then someone else called later that day! I can't take it anymore! You people are torturing me!
Caller: I don't see it in the log—
Me: I can't speak to your process! Just stop calling! I'm begging you! It's harrassment! Leave me alone!
Caller: So this means Adam doesn't want to renew?
Me: [Pause.] It's like you're trying to make me cry.