14. A Complaint
“Fred, I don’t care what debtors say,” Mabel told me in an unusually mild tone, standing near my desk with her feet wide apart. “But I just want you to know that some woman called up and made a complaint about you.”
I try to think who it might have been. Most debtors I reach are irate about being called and asked for money, even if they know they owe it.
“What did I do—ask her to pay a bill?” I said.
“That’s probably it,” Mabel replied.
“But you know me—I’m a pussycat.”
She snorted. “Like I said, I don’t care what debtors say.”
That was the extent of my first and only complaint—at least the only one that I know about. If there had been a recording of me mistakenly saying something out of bounds, maybe it would have gone differently. ...