01 August 2006

4 i do not heart the phone

there's nothing that makes me sound quite so idiotic as the phone. excepting people with whom a good portion of my relationship has been phone-based (ie. parents, grandparents, partner), i am a telephonic rain man.


so it was not a fun time today at 7 AM- in the midst of trying to correct The Great Memphis Flights Fiasco of 2006 with a telemarketer whose voice never rose above a whisper- when i was forced to spell my street name aloud. arlington. not that hard. but i'm no good speaking in a tight spot.

first the simple word "arlington" had to be written down. then this:

A as in .......... um........ arrondissement.
R as in .......... um........ romeo.
L as in .......... um........ lampoon.
I as in .......... um........ iowa.
N as in .......... um........ novella.
G as in .......... um........ grocer.
T as in .......... um........ talleyrand.
O as in .......... um........ obsequious.
N as in .......... um........ nabakov.


the odds of winding up stranded in detroit (despite the fact that the flights are to atlanta and memphis): 2 to 1.

4 comments:

Les Savy Ferd said...

well, what could be more delightful than being stranded in detroit, hmmm? Why you could have tea in crumpets with one of their insane clown posses or just while away the hours in a stolen sedan with no tires as it quietly rusts in the midwestern sunset.

oline said...

i'll take tupelo any day!

joy said...

Please. Please tell me. Did you really say A is in arrondissement? Because I can't tell if this is blog humor or cold, hard truth. Please let it be the truth!

oline said...

it is indeed the cold, hard scary truth, joygerale. arrondissement, for reals.