"Please, I need proof. I feel like I'll disappear soon."

"And what do you want me to do." My reply was more of an automatic response than an actual question.

She appears to need something that I can't give her, or don't really care to.

Right now I would have more feelings for a telemarketer with a smooth voice than whoever is on the line with me right now. Name...I don't even know this persons name...

Do I care? No not really. Do I feel anything? Just the grating feeling of being on the phone for too long, I am starting to feel like I should just hang up and watch reruns of the Fall Guy. Lee Majors, now that guy has a voice. He should be in more movies.

"I don't know what to do." Her watery voice pulls me back to the here and now.

"Just tell me what your supposed to say, I could care less about you existing or not...I didn't call this number to hear you get all chatty and gloomy. Just do your job. "

"I'll kill myself." She tried her trump card, or what she thought was her winning move on me, to get me to break.

I didn't work.

"I'd like to see you try it." I said with no emotion in my voice at all. The way she should sound.

"Your attempts at making me care at weak. Just do your job!"

There was three minutes of absolute silence on her end. I counted it on my watch. Then I heard her clear her voice.

"The time is now 7:56 and the temperature, 56 degrees."

I hung up the phone without hesitation.

Why does this crap always happen to me?