I always pick up a call at work by saying "this is Malorie, how can I help you?" Yesterday, I said, "This is Malorie, how can I hell you?" I did not correct myself, as I thought I would bring attention to my misspeak. (and believe me, there was no semblance of any sort of "p" sound) Instead, there was a long pause as the lady probably knew what I did but questioned the truth since I was so deadpan about it. Then she asked her question. Got you!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
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the other day i was telling someone about one of my friends here and what i meant to say was "she keeps me sane" only what i said was, "she keeps me sanitary..."
Way to keep it cool mal. Its like the time when I was a receptionist and they asked me to make some phone calls. After a few I thought I would go crazy and say "have a nice day" at the end of one but when it came down to it I got too nervous and tried to abort and stick with "bye". The product was an unconfortable and abnormally loud "HI!" and a quick quiver of the lip before hanging up.
I've never been known for my phone skills. My creepy skills, yeah. My numbchuck skills, sure. (yeah, I just quoted napoleon dynamite. Its been uncool long enough to be cool again, right?) But never my phone skills.
The point of the longest blog comment in the history of blogland? I am proud of you for sticking to your guns. I am calling you right now and hoping I get a "how may hell you?"
i'm telling our supervisor right now. you're busted. :)
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