Me: I'm starting to feel run down, so I'm going to head out. Chris: Oh, my. You sound really painful. Me: My throat doesn't really hurt, I'm just coughing a lot and constantly on the verge of losing my voice. Jerry: I don't know...I think you sound kinda cute. Me: Thanks. Jerry: Maybe you should think about doing some phone services. Me: I'll take that under advisement. Jerry: Can I call you later? Me: I charge $4.95 a minute. Jerry: Damn! Me: Hey, I gotta pay the mortgage. Besides, there aren't a lot of women around right now with this raspy voice. I'm providing a special service. Jerry: You've got a point. And with those kind of charges, you MUST be good. Chris: Um, Jerry, we have to pay the mortgage too.
(Also, when I walked into the restaurant tonight, everyone who was already there shouted my name out. You know, like everyone in the bar shouted "Norm!" on Cheers? I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.)