I’m not sure if this story is the perfect ending to a year, or a perfect way to begin a year. Let’s just go with both okay?
I’m at home one day, right after Christmas, piddling around when my phone goes off – no caller I.D. – so I figure it’s a scammer, but for some odd reason I answer. The lady starts off: “Is this Dar-ill-a?” (I get that a lot) which immediately kick...