I didn't realize that I was a machine recording. I didn't realize you could just flip a switch on me and make me say what you wanted me to say. I could be knocked over with a feather. So shocked am I!
Forgive me, but I must chuckle.
The other day I answered the phone at work (as it was ringing and for some reason they get annoyed when you're not busy and you don't answer the phone when it's ringing.) With a cheerful patter and an apparently even cadence- I delivered my customary phone greeting. There is a slight pause as the man on the other end insists that he's tried calling on numerous occasions and left messages. It's apparently in the best interests of the person he was looking for to call him at his 1-800 number. Which he left like he was talking to an answering machine. I did not help matters by letting him talk free of interuption. I just stood there listening. Thinking half way through that the man on the other end feels he's reached a machine. Don't you usually leave a message after the beeps? Forgive me (and a thousand pardons to my ancestors) if beeps have been removed from message machines. He ends his message. I thought somewhere in there "Should I ask him if he thinks he's talking to a machine?" Then I realize that it would spoil my amusement to say anything. I hang up after he says 'good-bye'. My face was a priceless mask of incredulousity (don't know if that's a word, but it works so I'm using it. If 'ensorceled' can be a legit word, I'm using incredulousity.) She asks me "What?" I cannot answer. I start laughing and find that I cannot stop laughing. I even had to wipe away tears. So... I would like to thank the man that called up my place of work the other day. You've provided me with intense moments of unrestrained laughter. Thank you for your contribution to my amusement.
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