TODAY
5:21PM
Cell phone rings.
I look.
Private number calling.
Gulp.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
Crap.
Crap.
OK, OK OKOKOKOKOKOKOK.
DO IT.
PICK IT UP.
YOU CAN HANDLE THIS.
Feeling particularly ballsy from my triumphant return to my French Savate school today.....I OOOOOOOWN THIS LOCKER ROOM! RAAAAARRRGH!
......I pick up the phone and for some reason decide to go with an exaggerated shrill American accent about two registers above my normal voice...
"HEELLO?"
Silence.
"HEEEEEEELLOOOOO????? HEEEEEEEELLLLLOOOOOO?????!!!!"
Silence.
I realize that I just screamed into the phone which would be startling no matter what country or language this was in when I hear a voice clearing and a quiet woman's voice says...
"Ah, bonjour Madame, je....."
And that's about as far as I got before my listening skills clicked to the OFF position, my conversational French really kicked in as I interrupted her by shrieking in English "I DON'T KNOW! I'M SORRY I DON'T KNOOOOOOOOW!!!"
Dial tone.
She hung up.
Gee, I wonder why.
Sure hope that wasn't important.
Sigh.
Two more points for team IDIOT.
3 comments:
tee hee hee - that's funny! :o)
Don't worry toots, I do that sometimes in my own language - avoid the phone and then shriek, "I DON"T KNOW!" into the handset. Its scary for the children, but also for the bill collectors, so there you go.
Oh my god. You pick up the phone? I've been here over 3 years and I NEVER pick up the phone. ESPECIALLY if it's a private number. Rock on for trying. Even if you turn into a quibbling mess :)
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