At work today, I got this hilarious and vaguely threatening voice mail about the Last Supper After Dinner Mints we sell. The lady starts out pretty calm, but starts to get angrier as the call goes on. Not only are we going to hell, but this mysterious group of hers has taken secret steps to stop a large corporation from distributing them to a large east coast retailer. "How we removed them is our business." Sounds to me like they are saying they stole them. I hope not, that would mean that they broke a certain 8th commandment. "What goes around will come around." If she is really worried about us, wouldn't she leave her name and phone number? Even the phone she called from had the number blocked.
This was our best selling item on the McPhee site over Christmas.