Greta Garbo

Emailing with my sister, Am, this morning, I was reminded of a phone call I had last week while my bronchitis was at its very worst.

My co-workers said I sounded sexy, and a nurse here at work wanted to know why I got Greta Garbo's voice, who was I trying to be! Smartasses... all of them!

Anyway, the phone call was a wrong number. I don't know why these people call asking for a specific business, then act like they want me to give them the correct number. Lady, you looked US up in the phone book... why do I have to break out MY phone book for YOU. Sheesh.

I was polite as I could be at the moment. Struggling to push a voice out of the voice box that didn't want to work to begin with. The call finally ends with me apologizing for HER dialing the wrong number.

"Well I hope you find your voice. Maybe it's under the bed."

At the time it was one of those fake laugh moments, but the more I thought about it. How clever. Too bad I don't have caller ID, I want to call her back and let her know that I found my voice and it was indeed under the bed.

For now, I'm still working on Greta.