Stop It

I hope you don't mind me bending your ear just a little. It's been too long since we've spoken and I really want to see what's up with you. I'm not implying anything is wrong, why would you jump to that conclusion? You seem a little defensive. Is all OK? Is there anything I can do to help? I don't mean to be rude but you seem a little off colour. Oh, it's your new job? Well I can understand, ringing people out of the blue and trying to flog them worthless tat must take it out of you. I'm not judging. My, but your touchy today. No, I don't think you are a terrible person for worming your way into people's heads and houses when you've not been invited into either. I'm just saying, what happened to your dream of being a doctor? I know it would've been a lot of study but you wanted to help people, didn't you? I totally understand that offering insurance, mobile phones, free prize draws, spam, small pox, a holiday, smegma, kibbles and bits is helping people in a different way but it's not quite what you envisaged, is it? Alright, I won't mention it again. All I will say, and I promise this is my last word on the subject, is never fucking ring me again. I love you too.