Under the Wire

“Hello, Mr. Hodgson?” the voice on the telephone asked when I answered the ring.

“Yes, sir. That’s me,” I said.

“My name is I.M. Fullabulla. You recently filled out a questionnaire in response to a fax we sent your office,” he began.

“Oh, are you the guy selling weed spray that keeps the thistle out of my hay field for seven years, or the man who was selling the oil I could put in my pickup and never have to change it again?” thinking back over the amazing deals I have been offered this week via the fax machine next to my desk.

“Actually, neither,” he replied. “I represent a company called Uni...