Nov 16, 2007 22:36
Me: I'm starting to feel run down, so I'm going to head out.
Chris: Oh, my. You sound really painful.
Me: My throat doesn't really hurt, I'm just coughing a lot and constantly on the verge of losing my voice.
Jerry: I don't know...I think you sound kinda cute.
Me: Thanks.
Jerry: Maybe you should think about doing some phone services.
Me: I'll take that under advisement.
Jerry: Can I call you later?
Me: I charge $4.95 a minute.
Jerry: Damn!
Me: Hey, I gotta pay the mortgage. Besides, there aren't a lot of women around right now with this raspy voice. I'm providing a special service.
Jerry: You've got a point. And with those kind of charges, you MUST be good.
Chris: Um, Jerry, we have to pay the mortgage too.
(Also, when I walked into the restaurant tonight, everyone who was already there shouted my name out. You know, like everyone in the bar shouted "Norm!" on Cheers? I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.)
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