A blessed silence has come over our dwelling.
Now that the telephone co. has put our new block on personal/unknown number calls online, the number of these nuisance interruptions has decreased to near ZERO.
This includes all of the fart-brained incompetents who kept calling our number looking for “Mr. Williams” over the past year and a half. “Mr. Williams” is apparently the biggest deadbeat in the county, and we had the misfortune of being assigned his old number when we moved here. Among the fearless trackers of “Mr. Williams” was Citibank, as well as some room-temperature IQ type who we estimate has called some 6732 times since our arrival, never being deterred by the information that his quarry is long gone.
Now all of these idiots will have to lean out the window and scream in vain for “Mr. Williams”.
It is sweet.