I visited with a lady the other day. She told me the story of how she never got hired as a telemarketer.
Because of her mannish voice. I too have a deep, almost mannish, voice but I answer the phone.
As a matter of fact I talk on the phone a great deal.
I answer Face-Time calls, Duo. I smile and hold my mouth wide.
I cha cha, I patty cake, I hold up owls and rubber ducks for grand kids from far away.
I answer the phone because it is my people who call me.
They don’t care what my voice sounds like. They only want my ears.
They call me from their cars on their way to places like the library or the grocery store.
They call me when their spouses leave for a little bit or they get out of the house without their spouses.
Sometimes friends from long ago call me, or I them. We can talk for a bit short of two hours
Still not talking enough.
I actually like Ding Dongs quite a bit. Probably my favorite Hostess treat.
That’s Mr Fixit when he is not behaving as a rocket scientist he is a bit of a ding dong.