At The Beep
I was on the phone the other day, all nice and prepared to talk.
I had just dialed the number of an important business guy that I was hoping would handle my important business.
So.
There I am.
All tidy and ready for our big conversation
& then
I get his voicemail.
Please. Leave. A. Message.
Beeeeeeeep
& suddenly,
I turned into a bumbly, babbling, stammering, stuttering scatterbrain.
er… gulp … well ya see… uh …
The words just wouldn’t come out, so I rattled off some kind of something and quickly, embarrassingly hung up the phone.
Great.
Just Great.
Will my important business guy be able to translate my incoherent words ?!?
I just know he’s going to think I’m a bumbly, babbling, stammering, stuttering scatterbrain.
or he will surely wonder if I’ve been drinking.
oh no
NO
He’s going to think I am a DRUNK, bumbly, babbling, stammering, stuttering scatterbrain.
noooooooo
I don’t know what comes over me when it comes to leaving voicemails.
My ! out of order ! light flips on, for sure.
I could write a perfect script of exactly what I will say and I’d still find a way to mess it up.
ummm
Note to Self ?
Just leave a message then STOP TALKING.
I always forget there is absolutely no reason to leave a detailed description of my life.
ooops
Other people I know have such pleasant phone voices, such command of their dialect.
Well placed, intelligent sounding words tumble out of their mouths
& I envy them.
I really do.
Lucky for me though, my important business guy decoded my mystery and called me back at his earliest convenience
&
We had a very wonderful, quite comprehensible conversation.
YaY.
But, yep.
It’s true.
When it comes time to talk after that beep ?
I’ll do the best darn Porky Pig impersonation you will ever, EVER hear.
Th – th – th – that’s all folks !
🙂
