Mmm, raisins, which look suspiciously similar to rabbit pellets. Your bunnies haff a sekret! *insert icanhazcheezburger picture*

I think it may very well be. o.o

Pardon my "tsk." My intent was to admonish you, nor dismiss your weirds, but to try to sell you on an imagination-ectomy. It seems I need human volunteers for the procedure. My bunnies are not suitable subjects, as their imagination reaches no further than raisins.

Anyway, the cure for the weirds is more weird. This will raise your weird tolerance.

I wonder, is this the weirdest call you've ever had, business or otherwise?

And yet, knowing it's in my head or being admonished for my insensitivity does nothing to alter how WEIRDED OUT I still am.

Give the poor woment he benefit of the doubt. Maybe she is so poorly conditioned that every breath she takes is heavy. Maybe she moans because her carpal tunnel smarts. Maybe it is a passive aggressive gesture at a cruel universe. Or maybe your worst fears are also the most accurate assesment of the situation...

The only reason this bothers you is your your imagination. I'm busy trying to locate the source of the imagination, so that I may perform an imagination-ectomy on myself and desensitizing myself to the ickiness of life. Should it succeed I'll let you know.

15 minutes on hold... Same lady picked up... Happened again. WHY.

:x