You were the woman standing naked in your bedroom, wet and dripping from the shower, ear pressed to your cell phone, thinking..."Is it somehow more demoralizing to be rejected when you are wet and naked and dripping on the floor?"
Aloud you said
"OK." (PAUSE)
"I see." (PAUSE).
"Well, thank you for letting me know."
All of these are acceptable answers: This was not a test result revealing that you had high triglycerides, nor was it the garage man telling you that nobody makes tires for a '93 Ford Ranger anymore. You are approaching two years of sorrow, and this is standard protocol.
