A blog on behalf of my mom...

This is so funny, the world has to hear it. Since my mom has not yet been sucked into the blogging vortex, I have assumed the burden of sharing this wonderful story.

My mom was at work the other day, busy as ever and multi-tasking like a Supermom, when one of the employees comes in her office and tells her that "The Cannon Supply Guy is on the phone."She picks up her extension to talk to this man whom she of course assumes is OUR Cannon supply guy, but she's busy and focused on other things and only vaguely listens. When he talks about "her order for toner" she stops, confused, and says, "I didn't order anything." He then tells her something about an "Auto Order Supply List." This sounds fishy to her, and she's starting to think he's a salesman/telemarketer. "Now I know we aren't on any list like THAT," she says.

And then the salesman's head proceeds to explode. He starts yelling, telling her how all campground owners are inept and incompetent and just shouting general insults into the phone. And then-

The telemarketer hangs up on her.

I'm not kidding. Her jaw dropped, and she just sat there, staring at the phone in her hand.

Start hoarding bottle water, kids. The apocalypse is upon us.