I just called to cancel a dentist appointment I'd forgotten I had scheduled for Monday morning. Obviously they're not open at this unearthly hour, so I left a message - but when I was almost finished yammering, an arm (Mom's, as it turned out) reached in through my bedroom doorway and started fiddling with some papers on my dresser. That was kind of weird. My mind doesn't do the two-lane thing very well, so my message ended something like this:
"Um, so yeah ... if that doesn't work, why don't you give me a call back. Otherwise ... um, thanks! Bye."
No, I didn't leave my number.
They probably have it on record somewhere.
Oh, brother.
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