Despite what people may think, particularly those who enjoy (or despise) my weekly columns and/or online blogs, I really have nothing against ‘30 Seconds’ or those who regularly call in with their comments, questions or concerns. In fact, many of those callers – at least their voices – have become so familiar that I would probably recognize them while waiting in line at the store or eating dinner at a local restaurant. They wouldn’t even have to say much, just a random comment on the weather or “Why aren’t those peaches ringing up at the right sale price?” and I’m certain I’d turn, gasp and stammer, “Hey, you’re that Woman from Norwich!” or, “Look over there, dude, that’s Man from Sherburne.”

There have even been times when I immediately recognized that voice on the other end of the line, thinking to myself, “Wow, that sure sounds like Mr. So-and-So, my ninth grade math teacher” or “No way, that’s (insert your name here), I haven’t seen him in years.”

And there are even the doppelganger type calls, where I’m absolutely certain the person calling is someone I know, only to listen to their message and think, “There’s no way he (or she) would ever call that in” or “Did Mrs. Whoever really just call the president a ...?”