I just had the most interesting phone conversation.
I have been trying to get in touch with a woman who evidently doesn’t usually answer her phone or return calls or respond to messages left on her voice-mail. You might consider these deficiencies to be enough to bar her employment as a secretary. Someone, however, decided to give her a chance anyway.
“Hello?” she spoke in a languid, sing-songy tone.
“Hi. I’m trying to get in touch with Beverly S-”
“This is Beverly.” I had no idea anyone with the aforementioned “languid tone” could possibly interrupt so quickly.
“Hi, well this is J-”
“Can I call you back?” I was a little shocked that anyone would answer the phone instead of letting it go to voicemail, speak to the individual on the other end as if they had hours to gab about the weather, and then interrupt with requests about ‘calling back.’
“Um, sure.” At this point I can literally hear the space between the phone and the receiver grow smaller.
“DON’T…you need my name and phone number?!”
“No, I’ve got it.” Unless Miss Cleo recently obtained a new name and day-job, I cannot possibly conceive how this women would have this information. And caller ID be blasted because my number doesn’t come up, and if it does it is under a different name entirely. Again I can hear her start to hang up.
“DON’T…you need to know who this is?” I am incredulous.
“No, I’ll call you back, Honey. Bye Bye…” There is space…and a click.
All I can do is sit here with my mouth open and the phone still to my ear. What…was…that…?
