Yesterday, I got one of those calls. You know the one. The one that always happens right when you are about to eat dinner. After a slight delay on the line, a woman asked for Mr. Mike Bradley. My husband works from home. His coworkers are spread all over the world and with the time difference, my husband often works early mornings and/or late nights. He does not want to deal with telemarketers while he’s concentrating on work. So if he’s at his work desk, I always ask who’s calling before passing it on. The woman on the other side …