Anxiety Attackers.

That was really supposed to say anxiety attacks but the "er" slipped in there and made it funnier.

I hate talking to these match men on the phone. I get anxiety attacks. I give them my phone number and tell them to call, and then when they do, I never answer.

This man has a deep voice. He doesn't sound like a pansy like I would have found the last two did if I had bothered to talk to them on the phone. I MUST call this one back. I will call back on my ride into P-town. Because that's not dangerous.