I just got off the phone with someone who repeatedly called me "dear." And I wasn't talking to an old lady, a nun, or my mom, who are the only people I can think of who should ever be allowed to call me "dear." I was talking to a middle-aged delivery man who will be dropping a piece of furniture off at my house this weekend
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how come nobody told me that i sound like a teengers falling down a staircase?!?!
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Also, when I hear my voice recorded, I feel way more understanding about people who make the boy/girl mistake over the phone. How does my voice sound so good in my head, and so Care Bears in real life?
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Then I met Liz in university and spent to time around her american accent and starting talking like a slurly mid-westerner. Oh, and I guess my lifestyle hasn't helped either...
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He was also really interested in the fact that my new 1950's teak bar was made in Czechoslovakia, and not Denmark. He mentioned it a few times. In the space of three minutes. It was weird. I'm just puttin' it out there.
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