I swear, my daily stint on the incoming phone lines is rapidly eroding whatever native intelligence I could once claim.

Between having to say the same thing 87,000 times, listening to idiots try to puzzle out a three question mailing, and the automatic up-talking I'm doing, I think my IQ has dropped by like 50%.

a) you're folding your underpants
b) you're arranging them by the package they came in
c) you, possibly, need help