After lunch today, I got back to my desk and discovered a rather cryptic message on my voicemail. The person who called wanted me to be in some video of theirs. Something like that.
And of course they left their number. I had no interest in calling back, but everyone else in the office thought, nay, demanded that a callback be made. When the notion of “staying in character” got kicked around, I knew that I couldn’t possibly last long without busting out laughing. So Justin, deemed quickest of wit and tongue, was called upon to man the phone.
Below, what transpired.
