We've had quite a grafitti problem here lately, such that our Michigan Avenue facade looked like a taggers' hangout and not a Pauline ministry center. Repeated calls to the city hotline by Sr. Helen didn't seem to do anything, so she asked me to make a call. Which I did, sometime on Saturday. Result? By 3:00 Monday afternoon, the grafitti "blaster" was hard at work. Things should look a little nicer now.
But it sure makes me wonder what I must sound like on the phone.