So, I needed to call to get a phone number. Called the Dean of Arts of the University College of the North- I stayed at his house, lovely wife and two sons, one of whom I could nbever remember his name.
Most of the people I know in RL know my fear of talking to strangers and semi-strangers on the phone- I rehearse phonecalls in my head with pretty much everyone. I figured if Peter answered, I'd just ask him directly, if the wife answered, I'd assk her or see if she could get Peter for me. If it were one of the kids, I'd ask them or their parents.
I got the answering machine. I'm piss at talking to answering machines. This one caught me off guard. It listed
all of their names, including the dog, and said "leave a message" and then *beep*. Caught me off guard. So.
"Hello... Peter, Pam, Alee and..uh
thinkg, crap! What's the other kid's name? Hi! This is Corie Johnston. I have a couple of questions I wanted to ask so, if I could get a call back here at ***-****, that would be great. Bye!"
*headdesk* Oh god, I'm such a fucking spazz. I hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass.
***
Mom: So, I hear Micheal Jackson got off.
Me: Bwahahahahaha!
Mom:...what?
*sigh* I'm fucked all around tonight, aren't I?
