Copy Saleswoman

Arrive at work to see message light blinking on phone. Light is very large and red, recalls movies in which similar light indicates that there is a leak in the Reactor. The Contessa has sensibly placed a Post-it note over her light. Call messages, trying to go as quickly as possible through recording of own voice (at which hairs on back of neck invariably stand up and do not fully calm down until the afternoon). Terrifyingly cheerful voice of Your Sales Person on phone. Hiding business card in pending file not effective at all. Says she is available to meet any time today. Begins speech about the different options. Hang up phone. Phone immediately rings. It is the saleswoman, name of Pam Hightower. Asks, What do I think about the choices she outlined on the phone message? Do not like to tell her that have erased message so murmur noncommitally. She says what are you doing now? Not five minutes later, she is sitting in chair opposite desk. Try very hard to pay attention to what she has to say, but can only hear how she says the phrase et cetera. Ect cetera. It can do anything you need it to do. Ect Cetera. It can sort, staple, and if you want, you can print documents from youc computer. I has high Functionality. Inwardly, ask, yes but will it work, we don't want to deal just in possibilites. Naturally, outwardly say nothing of the sort.