Monday, June 21, 2010

Can you hear me, now?

We were peeling shrimp: pink ones which had been cooked in vinegar, water and crab boil. They were partially split and deveined but still with the shells on. It was messy but fun.

However. However when the phone rang, I could not get to it with cleaned-up hands before the machine took it. It was Zeta who left the message and as soon as I could clean up, I telephoned back and left a message, on the cell phone, for her.

Shortly thereafter, BigEd came into the room asking what was this? He played my message to Zeta on his phone. The automated system had informed me that the number was not available and to wait for the tone to leave a message. So I did.
After dialing the wrong person.

I haven't told Zeta yet that I left her message with someone else. I did speak with her and it just didn't come up.

I guess she will know now . . .


Big Ed said...

Don't you hate it when that happens. You need to call 911, and you get a child. Thank goodness that wasn't the case, it could have been worse. I get calls from other people who meant to call others, it happens.

Zeta said...

WHAT! You called someone else Zeta. Only I and I alone; am Zeta. It's okay Mom, it happens to the best of us. LOL

ol Doc said...

I sure do hate it when I get a caller who tried to reach 911 and wound up talking with me. But, that happens often at my work. I just dial a four-digit number and ship the caller to Dispatch/911.

What I love at work is when I pick up the phone and it's Ranger on the other end. Now, that's a phone call I can handle!

RANGER said...

Glad to serve. I thought you just weren't screening your calls at work. You pick right up when I call there.