All Quiet on the Phone Front

It is now the second week of January and I still hesitate to answer the phone at home or at work. It is not that I am afraid of the phone, it is that I am afraid of who might be on the other end of the phone. It has been nearly 6 weeks since I have sent in my Arizona Diamondbacks seat relocation forms. At first I was told that the process would be completed by the week of Christmas. Then that date was revised to the first of January. I was told that if they could not relocate my seats, I would receive a phone call. If my seat relocation request was successful, I would be notified by mail. Each day since that time, whenever the phone would ring, I would hold my breath and cringe before picking up the receiver. When I found that it was not the Diamondbacks ticket office on the other end of the phone, I was relieved. Why even last week, I was grateful to hear from the dentist office reminding me that it was time to come in for a cleaning. That was the first time I can remember when I was actually relieved to hear I needed my teeth worked on.


Of course there is a corollary to this as well. Each day for the past two weeks, I have rushed home and ran to the mail box looking for a package or envelope from the Arizona Diamondbacks. So far, I have received nothing in the mail either. I am sure the postal worker for my neighborhood is beginning to believe I am stalking her since I look for her every day and wait watching her patiently as she goes about her duties of filling each mail box. I have tried to explain to her that I am merely waiting for an important package from the Arizona Diamondbacks. She somehow does not understand the urgency of this package or else she would go down to Bank One Ballpark and pick it up and deliver it to me. Something better happen soon, the silence is deafening.


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