In this post I
For a while now, I've had a urinary tract infection that won't go away. My doctor finally narrowed down the problem this week: it's one of those creepy bacteria things that's hard to kill because it's resistant to most medications.
I've had two shots in my bottom (one for each cheek so they're equally sore), and I'm taking gigantic pills.
In that post, I also wrote about callers who think that I'm an automated system. Last week a woman yelled at me––she didn't know she was yelling at ME––because she thought I wasn't a person. She shouted, I jut want to talk to a real person and not this robot.
I assure you, ma'am, said I, that I am a real person.
She apologized and explained that she thought I was the automated system. Recently, I had a reason to call our company's automated system. I listened to the voice of the woman and thought, I DO sound a bit like her––not robotic, but the sound of our voices is similar, along with the way that we pronounce words.
I wonder if she knows the difference between who and whom. If not, I'll have to educate her.
Infinities of love,
I saw a woman at Target with a Yorkie in her shopping cart. I assure you that Franklin and Penelope would not tolerate sitting in a cart. They'd run to the steaks and rip open all the packages.