Me: Hello?
Me: Oh, hi!
Barbara: I am just calling to tell you about my new line of rugs.
Me: Oh, that is so kind of you Barbara, but I think it would be better if you just kept them to yourself.
Barbara: But I can’t darling! I know you. I know your taste. You are going to L O V E these!
Me: I beg of you, don’t show them to me.
Barbara: You’re so cute, Liza – when you play hard to get.
Me: Your cute too, Barbara.
Us: Giggle, giggle.
Barbara: Where was I?
Me: You were telling me all about your ugly St. Bernard.
Barbara: I don’t have a St. Bernard.
Me: Oh, well I had better go!
Barbara: NO, I wanted to show you my NEW rugs.
Me: (whimpering) Please don’t do this to me…
Barbara: Here they are, you little cutie!
Me: OOOOOOO! That is so nice!
Barbara: And check this one out, honey. This would be perfect in your breakfast room.
Me: You are so right! How much is it?
Barbara: Oh, I think it is around a bazillion dollars.
Me: Right.
Barbara: When I made this one I was actually channeling your essence.
Me: How do you do it?
Barbara: I have got your number, my friend.
Me: WOW! So that is what is going on. Could you do me one favor?
Barbara: Anything.
Me: PLEASE, STOP CALLING!
August 23rd, 2009 at 2:32 pm
I happen to LOVE this post:) Especially the part where you try to change the subject to her St. Barnard and say “ok, gotta go!”. Anyway I love it. (not to mention the BEAUTIFUL RUGS! whimper whimper)