I had a delightful time this afternoon. My phone rang and the message machine picked up. A guy came on suggesting that I should hire them to remove the asbestos spray-on texture coat from my ceilings. This was in spite of my don’t-call filing. So, having a bit of free time, I picked up the phone and said, “Why on earth would I want to remove the asbestos?” He started to tell me about the negative effects, but I interrupted and said, “That’s all lies the 1%ers tell us 99%ers to make us die young. Asbestos is keeping me alive. I smoke four packs of cigarettes a day (I really haven’t smoked in over 40 years), and if it weren’t for the asbestos particles killing the cancer cells as they form, I’d have been dead years ago.” He tried to argue with me, but I threw back every bit of techno-babble I could imagine. He finally thanked me for my time and was still confused when he hung up.