One of my jobs at TKE is to call customers and tell them that their special orders have arrived. It's great. I put on my best silky smooth announcing voice--the one I used over the PA system when I worked at Albertson's, informing shoppers that we had fresh donuts in the bakery--and let people know their books are waiting for them.
Anyway, I was calling on specials today when I suddenly forgot myself and almost ended a call with "I love you!"
Which would have been creepy, don't you agree?
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Well, *I* don't know, because I'm assuming that (a) I would have recognized your voice (I actually think it has happened before, that you've called me from TKE?), (b) your voice would have carried a faint aroma of donuts, even across the telephone wires, and (c) I actually DO love you, so it would have seemed fitting.
I don't associate bookstores, accidental declarations of love, or Ann Cannon with creepiness.
Oh I love this! And I love you!
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