[voice]
[You can hear the sounds of the usual Manhattan rush hour traffic. It's loud, but Andromache has a tendency to shout down her cell phone anyway so you can still hear her quite well. She sounds a little paranoid and on edge, as if she thinks something bad is about to happen.]
Briseis? I, er, I watched The Ring last night. The Japanese one... It was, er, like you said. Like watching a car wreck. And mildly disturbing... like a car wreck. Well, um, I think mildly is the wrong word... Horrifying is... Yes, horrifying. I think I am going to leave the horror films for people who find more enjoyment in them...
[The recording is suddenly filled with the sound of a car horn being irritatedly set off as Andromache crosses the road in front of it. In surprise, she drops it and you can hear it hitting the floor and possibly bouncing a few times. In the background, above the traffic noise, you can hear what sounds like Andromache arguing with the driver. After a moment or two, she picks up the phone again, this time her tone is a little more annoyed.]
What a rude little man. The green walking man was definitely lit up. It isn't my fault the person in his cab had to be somewhere important. I have to be somewhere important.
[She remembers she is still posting]
Sorry about that, everyone. Oh, er, one last thing before I go - how does one go about job interviews?
Briseis? I, er, I watched The Ring last night. The Japanese one... It was, er, like you said. Like watching a car wreck. And mildly disturbing... like a car wreck. Well, um, I think mildly is the wrong word... Horrifying is... Yes, horrifying. I think I am going to leave the horror films for people who find more enjoyment in them...
[The recording is suddenly filled with the sound of a car horn being irritatedly set off as Andromache crosses the road in front of it. In surprise, she drops it and you can hear it hitting the floor and possibly bouncing a few times. In the background, above the traffic noise, you can hear what sounds like Andromache arguing with the driver. After a moment or two, she picks up the phone again, this time her tone is a little more annoyed.]
What a rude little man. The green walking man was definitely lit up. It isn't my fault the person in his cab had to be somewhere important. I have to be somewhere important.
[She remembers she is still posting]
Sorry about that, everyone. Oh, er, one last thing before I go - how does one go about job interviews?