I smelled like dead bird, so I changed into a spare shirt that had been in my car for a few weeks. Realized I forgot my lunch again. My boss turned on the vacuum just as the phone rang, and I forced a smile, picked it up, and yelled, "Hello! [library name], can you help me?"
FFS.
I realized what I said, corrected myself, "Oh, dear. I mean, can I help YOU?" And then, into the awkward pause, I explained, "Someone turned on a vacuum."
Yes, that clears things right up.
It is going to be that kind of week.
death with dignity... for a pigeon- that is honorable and so glad you had an extra shirt...You were correct answering the phone with a plea for help.
ReplyDeleteHospice is a blessing, no matter the species. You did holy work.
ReplyDeleteI talked to two people on the phone yesterday, and when I answered each call, I was in the garden, hauling huge bags of mulch and so forth and when I answered my phone I immediately started walking towards the house and in both cases, I apologized for having been in the garden as if they could see my sweaty, dirt-streaked face and ant-bit arms.
I think Linda Sue is right- you were indeed correct in answering the phone with a plea for help.
You did a noble thing for that unfortunate Creature, preserving it's dignity as it crossed over is never a waste.
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