A few years ago, we were traveling through a country area and turned the radio to a farm program. A farmer called in to advertise peas for sale, giving his name and number. A few minutes later, someone called back asking for the name and phone number of the farmer with the peas. The DJ lit rudely into the caller, telling him he should have been ready with a pencil to write the number down as it was announced. He didn’t have time to go digging through phone numbers just because people didn’t listen.
Not surprisingly, it made the caller furious. “Well, you just go to Hell!” Click!
The DJ sputtered, “Well,….well…It takes one to know one.”