There's a way to talk to women who don't know you from Jack the Ripper, and that ain't it.

[Demeter]

Came home, phone rings....caller id shows some woman's name, don't know her, but figure I'll pick up. And it's some man asking me who I am! And when I ask him, as the caller, to identify himself, he just goes on in this ass-chewing manner, and I hang up.

He's calling about the newspaper I deliver, but can't be bothered to leave a real message, just a threat to call the paper. I could give a care. Telephone etiquette was well understood at his age...and he sounds older than me, and arrogant. Let him call the paper.

There's a way to talk to women who don't know you from Jack the Ripper, and that ain't it.