I like to learn something new every day. I don’t care if it’s something about myself, the world around me, an odd fact, whatever; I just like to learn new things.
Last night, I had a very eye-opening experience. I received a call on my cell phone, which in and of itself is a big enough surprise, so I answered. The woman on the other end asked if she could please speak with Kathy. Not having an alter-ego named Kathy of which I am aware, nor having anyone in the immediate vicinity by the name of Kathy, I kindly informed her that she had dialed the wrong number. She was grateful for the information and hung up, assumedly, to try a new number.
I, it seemed, had assumed incorrectly. No sooner than I had laid down my phone did it begin to ring anew, the same number flashing on the screen. I chuckled at the poor woman’s confusion, and answered again to reassure her that she still did, indeed, have the wrong number. The next thing I heard was completely unexpected, unexpected as the giant foot was unexpected to those poor (and poorly drawn) cartoons of Monty Python.
The ensuing conversation went something like this:
Caller: “Are you married?”
Me: *pause* “No, I am not.”
Caller: “Oh, so you aren’t married.”
Caller: “Oh, well, I just thought you had a sexy voice.”
Me: *pause* “Ahh. Well, thank you!”
Caller: “Just wanted to call you back and tell you that. Good night”
Me: “Goodnight, then.”
So, ladies and gentlemen, if you were curious as to the pipes of Thursday’s Child, I can now say it has been said that these melancholic pipes of mine produce sound that has been described as nothing less than sexy.
I was completely unaware.